[If he had mentioned why he was nervous, she would have laughed. Any attention is good attention as far as she was concerned, and wasn't he all about things in twos? As it is, she's running her fingers along his spine, tracing the shapes down until she meets fabric under her fingertips instead.]
How long? [Wait, she has to think about that, how long is he--and his teeth scrape her skin in just the right place to make her shudder]
What was I--right--you want me to do math while you're doing that? [She laughs, breathlessly]
no subject
How long? [Wait, she has to think about that, how long is he--and his teeth scrape her skin in just the right place to make her shudder]
What was I--right--you want me to do math while you're doing that? [She laughs, breathlessly]