Yes, [ Although she is not entirely sure how much of it is actually him and how much of it is sense memory. He cannot possibly feel the same as Owen. And she doesn't want to equate Mitchell with him in any possible way. She figures it is better to say yes than to have herself and Mitchell thinking of the one who put her here.
Her hands move to rest on his shoulders, her eyes meeting with his as his hands slide up her body.] And I feel... How you feel. [ Or rather, how she makes him feel. She supposes that's a bit like cheating at a game, but she wants to know even if she isn't thrilled how she doesn't feel very warm compared to how he makes her feel beyond warm.]
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Her hands move to rest on his shoulders, her eyes meeting with his as his hands slide up her body.] And I feel... How you feel. [ Or rather, how she makes him feel. She supposes that's a bit like cheating at a game, but she wants to know even if she isn't thrilled how she doesn't feel very warm compared to how he makes her feel beyond warm.]