[It's conversational, and a smile tugs the corner of her mouth again when he touches her hair. She doesn't stop running her hand over his chest even when he comments on it; if anything, it encourages her to trace a little more deliberately over the muscle she can feel through his shirt (because damn).]
I'm just warming my hands.
[A beat, and she becomes coyly apologetic, as her hand slides higher and her fingertips feather across his collar.]
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[It's conversational, and a smile tugs the corner of her mouth again when he touches her hair. She doesn't stop running her hand over his chest even when he comments on it; if anything, it encourages her to trace a little more deliberately over the muscle she can feel through his shirt (because damn).]
I'm just warming my hands.
[A beat, and she becomes coyly apologetic, as her hand slides higher and her fingertips feather across his collar.]
Oops. Was that an offensive little white lie?