Despite the fact that Stephen was the one to broach the idea of leaving, there’s still the sudden kneejerk instinct to backtrack: nevermind, I take it all back, I changed my mind. Please don’t go.
As Gwenaëlle straightens and her back comes into view, his hand trails down the knobs of her spine, unconsciously counting the vertebrae, the scars on her back he hadn’t gotten a look at earlier. There’s still so much about her he wants to explore.
But if he keeps touching her, that’s a fast track to them never parting. And what’s the right thing to say here, now, in this circumstance? I’m glad you chose my window? Let’s do this again?
He bites down on the thought; straightens up behind her instead, and tries to convince himself too. “Don’t get caught,” Stephen says, a smile in his voice, still warm. “Holler if you are and you need backup.”
What’s he gonna do, come flying to her defense barefoot and dick flapping in the halls of an Orlesian manor? (I mean, maybe.)
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As Gwenaëlle straightens and her back comes into view, his hand trails down the knobs of her spine, unconsciously counting the vertebrae, the scars on her back he hadn’t gotten a look at earlier. There’s still so much about her he wants to explore.
But if he keeps touching her, that’s a fast track to them never parting. And what’s the right thing to say here, now, in this circumstance? I’m glad you chose my window? Let’s do this again?
He bites down on the thought; straightens up behind her instead, and tries to convince himself too. “Don’t get caught,” Stephen says, a smile in his voice, still warm. “Holler if you are and you need backup.”
What’s he gonna do, come flying to her defense barefoot and dick flapping in the halls of an Orlesian manor? (I mean, maybe.)