[ he has a suspicion on some of the things she might ask of him, specifically something that had brought them together in the first place. not that heβs too sure heβll be able to abide by it if she asks it of him, mostly on account that typically heβs not in control of the circumstances heβs placed into.
but he feels the soft press of her lips on his skin, warm to his palm and he canβt think of complaining about it even before she asks.
instead, he chuckles into a smile, nodding his head. ]
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but he feels the soft press of her lips on his skin, warm to his palm and he canβt think of complaining about it even before she asks.
instead, he chuckles into a smile, nodding his head. ]
Yeah, alright. Letβs walk, Miss Prince.