[He chuckles quietly, the hand he'd been using to hold her bra out of the way flattening against her side instead.] That's quite handy.
[It's a sweet little mole, and Mitchell rather likes kissing it, so all those girls in school can go shut the hell up, as far as he's concerned.
He glances up at her again when she speaks to him, his eyebrows lifting incredulously, like she's asked him a stupid question.] Annie. [A pause for a moment, so he can duck down and lick her nipple teasingly.] I'm happier than a pig in shit. [Definitely not the most romantic thing to say, but he wants to make her laugh and maybe smack him on the shoulder, wants to banish this shy, timid specter of the girl he loves and bring back the Annie he knows so well.]
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[It's a sweet little mole, and Mitchell rather likes kissing it, so all those girls in school can go shut the hell up, as far as he's concerned.
He glances up at her again when she speaks to him, his eyebrows lifting incredulously, like she's asked him a stupid question.] Annie. [A pause for a moment, so he can duck down and lick her nipple teasingly.] I'm happier than a pig in shit. [Definitely not the most romantic thing to say, but he wants to make her laugh and maybe smack him on the shoulder, wants to banish this shy, timid specter of the girl he loves and bring back the Annie he knows so well.]