[ She feels it, too. The heat, the buildup, the tension. It’s been a long time for her, years upon years, but her body and her heart recognize the signs, the feelings stirred within her, responding to his closeness, his scent.
Still, Francesca holds her breath when he asks, her chest constricting, fingers clasped tightly around the cooling mug of caffeine. She licks her own lips, then melts, wondering at the way he asks permission, how thoughtful it is.
Timidly, soberly, she nods, a half second before she sidles closer to bridge the distance, desperate for it. ]
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Still, Francesca holds her breath when he asks, her chest constricting, fingers clasped tightly around the cooling mug of caffeine. She licks her own lips, then melts, wondering at the way he asks permission, how thoughtful it is.
Timidly, soberly, she nods, a half second before she sidles closer to bridge the distance, desperate for it. ]