[ Let him know? Why do that when she can just, take it...? There is a tired, yet playful narrowing of her eyes, right before she inches her lips forward to steal another kiss. She closes her eyes, breathing in his scent and his taste, and she can feel every fiber of her being protest when they part.
She is getting used to this... Taking a little more, lingering for a little longer, each time. ]
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She is getting used to this... Taking a little more, lingering for a little longer, each time. ]
Does this mean you are no longer angry with me?