The angle is better than it started, last time— this time she already knows where he'll be, the shape of him, and she's already holding his shoulder, he's already so close to her. She half-rises, her knee against the outside of his where she dropped it along with discarded boot, and their teeth don't crash— it's a riptide, not a collision.
She probably should have taken both of her boots off, she thinks, but what she does is put her teeth in his lip to see what happens next.
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It wasn't work.
The angle is better than it started, last time— this time she already knows where he'll be, the shape of him, and she's already holding his shoulder, he's already so close to her. She half-rises, her knee against the outside of his where she dropped it along with discarded boot, and their teeth don't crash— it's a riptide, not a collision.
She probably should have taken both of her boots off, she thinks, but what she does is put her teeth in his lip to see what happens next.