[There’s no true escape from the lingering shadow of the elevator game, there’s only easing the wounds it might have caused them — more mental than physical at this point. But they lived, and they can cling to that together.
He likes the taste of her, just as he did before. He could linger there longer, but he does detract just enough to roam his eyes across her face, taking in those pinched brows.]
Allow yourself to relax.
[His hand remains where it is, full of her, squeezing slightly. The other moves over to her shoulder, rubbing with more pressure. Stress relief.]
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He likes the taste of her, just as he did before. He could linger there longer, but he does detract just enough to roam his eyes across her face, taking in those pinched brows.]
Allow yourself to relax.
[His hand remains where it is, full of her, squeezing slightly. The other moves over to her shoulder, rubbing with more pressure. Stress relief.]