Yeah -- yeah we will. [She runs her thumb over the corner of his lips, her gaze falling down there to trace the way he says her name. Always, always he says it like it means more than just that to him. Like a revelation and the holy ghost has just appeared in front of him.]
We can take it slow. [She steps a little closer, maybe crowding him against the fridge again.] Honesty hour? It's your kisses I'm more hungry for than anything else.
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We can take it slow. [She steps a little closer, maybe crowding him against the fridge again.] Honesty hour? It's your kisses I'm more hungry for than anything else.