Good chills? [But he smooths his fingers over the back of her neck once more before letting his hand drift to her shoulder, thumb tracing a line along her collarbone. He doesn't think much of it, but it is something he does fairly often with people he's comfortable with, settling his fingers around the back of their neck. But unfamiliar to her, understandably, they haven't spent enough time together.
He tips his head to one side, the half-lidded heat coming back to his eyes at the insistent touch, and he shifts his hips into her hand, just a bit, enough that the fabric slides nicely and of course it isn't nearly enough.] I really did. Are you surprised?
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He tips his head to one side, the half-lidded heat coming back to his eyes at the insistent touch, and he shifts his hips into her hand, just a bit, enough that the fabric slides nicely and of course it isn't nearly enough.] I really did. Are you surprised?