Yeah? [ A hint of amused affection softens the dryness of her voice. ] Even when we were awkward teenagers?
[ She resists his pull — just for a moment, just to feel the way the motion draws tension into his grip on her, and maybe just to be a little bit of a jerk before she yields, shifting her stance so that she can press her body flush against his. Her hands, still eager for skin, find their way up under that awful orange sweater, brushing exploratory fingertips over his ribs. ]
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[ She resists his pull — just for a moment, just to feel the way the motion draws tension into his grip on her, and maybe just to be a little bit of a jerk before she yields, shifting her stance so that she can press her body flush against his. Her hands, still eager for skin, find their way up under that awful orange sweater, brushing exploratory fingertips over his ribs. ]
You'd think you would've outgrown that by now.