[ She really doesn't mind the handsy, get-to-re-know-you touches. Really, she honestly doesn't, he can go right ahead and keep that up for as long as he likes. She'll return it in kind, finding a sort of thrill in being able to touch him, to kiss him with tongue and dig her fingers into the skin of his shoulders. When had her hands gotten all the way up the back of his own shirt? Good question.
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She's got no fucking clue. ]