[If she does, she’d feel just how warm she’s already making him run. Feel the way his muscles would jump and tighten, not from displeasure, but from the blissful shock of her bare hands against him. She’s certainly never touched him like that before, either.
His blood feels like it’s barely under the surface of his skin, at any rate. And it’s also hurrying down to… other places below the waistline, but even that isn’t enough to detract from the most important thing right now: her kissing him a second time.
As though to prove the first wasn’t a fluke. Not some delirious dream drifting in the wake of a wearying game. Henry kisses her right back, of course, mouth slotting open, too — his turn for his tongue to push along hers, just a taste.]
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His blood feels like it’s barely under the surface of his skin, at any rate. And it’s also hurrying down to… other places below the waistline, but even that isn’t enough to detract from the most important thing right now: her kissing him a second time.
As though to prove the first wasn’t a fluke. Not some delirious dream drifting in the wake of a wearying game. Henry kisses her right back, of course, mouth slotting open, too — his turn for his tongue to push along hers, just a taste.]