[ don't know if she likes it, don't know how to let go. she speaks in just a whisper, staring wide-eyed at the floor from where her cheek presses into her arm. her face feels very hot.
the sense is of being chastised. but—he likes it, doesn't he? that sound he made... ]
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[ don't know if she likes it, don't know how to let go. she speaks in just a whisper, staring wide-eyed at the floor from where her cheek presses into her arm. her face feels very hot.
the sense is of being chastised. but—he likes it, doesn't he? that sound he made... ]
I'm trying. Don't stop.