[She actually laughs at that, warm and low and confidently sensual, because hey, she knows what leaning forward does to this blouse.]
I reckon so.
[And then, before God and everybody, she abruptly leans forward to brush her lips against his - it's nothing like a real kiss, but it does hold a glimpse of just what could be to come.
Oh. And there's no instant rushing pain for him either.]
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I reckon so.
[And then, before God and everybody, she abruptly leans forward to brush her lips against his - it's nothing like a real kiss, but it does hold a glimpse of just what could be to come.
Oh. And there's no instant rushing pain for him either.]