When she finally lays hands on him, he groans and buries his face in the crook of her neck.
The angle of his arm is a little awkward, but he organizes himself as well as he may, elbow resting at the bottom of her rib cage. His fingers begin a slow circuit.
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The angle of his arm is a little awkward, but he organizes himself as well as he may, elbow resting at the bottom of her rib cage. His fingers begin a slow circuit.