Her hands are warm against his skin, under his shirt, hooking beneath the top of his jeans to pull his hips almost flush with hers. "Yes," he says, leaning until their foreheads touch, his eyes looking into hers. The heat there isn't a surprise--not at all, when Darlington's sure she can see something similar in his. "More than okay."
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Date: 2020-07-27 07:43 pm (UTC)