[ that one is muttered under her breath, a comment for herself alone, before she spreads her palm more thoroughly across his chest, her fingertips dipping just so slightly under the edge of the fabric. ]
It is a shame we’re in such a public place, aren’t we?
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[ that one is muttered under her breath, a comment for herself alone, before she spreads her palm more thoroughly across his chest, her fingertips dipping just so slightly under the edge of the fabric. ]
It is a shame we’re in such a public place, aren’t we?