[Her fingertips are hot through his shirt, and he's glad he wore his jacket open, the better to feel the eight tiny points of heat where she can't keep from touching him. Rod smirks as her breath comes too fast against his lips, and he moves his mouth to her neck, tasting her skin. When he speaks, it's low, his voice rumbling beneath her ear.]
We certainly do, sweetheart. Smile for the other guests, that was quite the performance.
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We certainly do, sweetheart. Smile for the other guests, that was quite the performance.