His eyes fluttered closed at the stroke, his head lolling forward as he sighed. Her touch was so delicate, so light and fleeting, but he was sure she would warm up, would let herself loose. She just had that sort of nature, that kind of an aura about her. There was something passionate and dangerous beneath that sweet exterior, or so he posited.
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Date: 2012-05-25 04:51 am (UTC)From: