[ She probably shouldn't look so pleased with herself, but... coming from him, that definitely sounds like praise. She gives him a very demure kiss in return and then a grin. ]
Here? And you're calling me mischievous?
[ It's clearly him. But she runs her hands carefully down his chest again, feeling the strength beneath her palms and the way his heart races. She touches her fingertips finally to the sash she thinks fastens it. Indecision... ]
I'm surprised you still wear all of these when it's so warm here...
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Here? And you're calling me mischievous?
[ It's clearly him. But she runs her hands carefully down his chest again, feeling the strength beneath her palms and the way his heart races. She touches her fingertips finally to the sash she thinks fastens it. Indecision... ]
I'm surprised you still wear all of these when it's so warm here...