She'd be a liar if she said thoughts aren't sort of going along the same lines. There's a lot to be said for dinner and drinks and a game or two or darts, but when she can feel his breath warm against her lips and feel his shoulders under her hands, any thoughts that don't include more of the same just sort of slip right out of her head.
How does he manage to take her breath away like he does? She feels a little shell-shocked when they break apart, her heart thudding madly in her ears.
And it feels so good when he touches her cheek, thumb light, like she's something precious. It's not a feeling she's used to, but she has to admit it's pretty damn sweet.
"Maybe I should have saved that for after dinner," she jokes, as her hands slip to settle at his hips, easy, comfortable.
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Date: 2012-05-19 05:39 pm (UTC)How does he manage to take her breath away like he does? She feels a little shell-shocked when they break apart, her heart thudding madly in her ears.
And it feels so good when he touches her cheek, thumb light, like she's something precious. It's not a feeling she's used to, but she has to admit it's pretty damn sweet.
"Maybe I should have saved that for after dinner," she jokes, as her hands slip to settle at his hips, easy, comfortable.