[He takes the hint and skates his hands further up her back, settling on her shoulders. Zephyr gives them a good squeeze and just works at them for a while, as if mesmerized.
Having finally swallowed down the last of his brownie, though, he mumbles the first thing that comes to mind.]
...You've got nice skin.
[It's the alcohol talking. Those drugs haven't quite kicked in yet.]
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Having finally swallowed down the last of his brownie, though, he mumbles the first thing that comes to mind.]
...You've got nice skin.
[It's the alcohol talking. Those drugs haven't quite kicked in yet.]