[Okay, fair point. Now that the hostess has given them the formal introduction to her home, to turn around and suddenly disappear would be worse than if Gretel had continued to bicker with Lestrange under the mistletoe.
And as she's tucked against him, her mind can't help flashing back to that particular moment from earlier. All heat and tongue and sensations she has no explanation for other than the fact it had been a very long time since she'd gotten that close with anyone. And now even his cologne is messing with her senses. Christ...
By the time Avalina had given them her blessing to explore her collection, Gretel's actually grateful to have an excuse to drop out of the spotlight. Once they're in the library, she presses her back against the large, wooden door and casts a daunting look up at the endless rows of shelves.]
Well. Good luck trying to find whatever you want in here. Do you even know where to begin?
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And as she's tucked against him, her mind can't help flashing back to that particular moment from earlier. All heat and tongue and sensations she has no explanation for other than the fact it had been a very long time since she'd gotten that close with anyone. And now even his cologne is messing with her senses. Christ...
By the time Avalina had given them her blessing to explore her collection, Gretel's actually grateful to have an excuse to drop out of the spotlight. Once they're in the library, she presses her back against the large, wooden door and casts a daunting look up at the endless rows of shelves.]
Well. Good luck trying to find whatever you want in here. Do you even know where to begin?