[--And right before you're leaning in, this one was already setting his own bottle down, and moving to wrap his arms around your neck. The better to let his hands roam down the expanse of your back, trace your spine, and eventually snag their fingers on the waistband of your pants, right?
Oh, let's not forget how he was smiling back against your lips, nor that amused (semi-breathless) hum he made in his throat at your words.]
So. Your bed, or mine? I admit, my judgment is rather impaired at the moment.
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Oh, let's not forget how he was smiling back against your lips, nor that amused (semi-breathless) hum he made in his throat at your words.]
So. Your bed, or mine? I admit, my judgment is rather impaired at the moment.