[ hot skin and warm hands shouldn't equal a shiver, and yet, daisy practically trembles with anticipation; there's not much more than a brief bob of her head before her body obeys the command, her head tipping back to lean into his chest for a little bit of support. if he hadn't spun her, she imagines his teeth might have dragged along the column of her exposed throat. as it is, a hand curves over the spot, tracing the path up to where his hands had so recently pressed against, cupping with a squeeze against the back of her neck. ]
You should check the pocket. [ of his (her) sweatshirt, less a pocket and more a sling for cold hands to tuck, where a small cellophane bag is tucked inside, containing colorful discs in individual wrappings. planning ahead? or just a tease, a reminder of that first visit when he'd been disappointingly unprepared. ] I got you something.
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You should check the pocket. [ of his (her) sweatshirt, less a pocket and more a sling for cold hands to tuck, where a small cellophane bag is tucked inside, containing colorful discs in individual wrappings. planning ahead? or just a tease, a reminder of that first visit when he'd been disappointingly unprepared. ] I got you something.