Heather stills. Doesn't lean back like she should, doesn't lean in like she thinks she might want to. Just stills under his hands, eyes flicking from his eyes to his mouth and back again as she wets her lips.
"What kind of deal?"
She's whispering now, as much for his proximity as the desire not to get caught. Close as he is, she's not worried he won't hear.
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Date: 2012-08-16 09:56 pm (UTC)"What kind of deal?"
She's whispering now, as much for his proximity as the desire not to get caught. Close as he is, she's not worried he won't hear.