[His victorious snicker and his mean snicker sound alike, but he's kissing Steve's shoulder, squeezing her tight to pull her against the heat of his own bare chest and then unwinds his arms from hers to cup under each breast with his palms, lifting them up, thumbs slipping against the nipples completely, totally on accident. ]
The blue's nice, [Is what he says, which is true. Less racy, more silk. ] There's matching shorts, somewhere. Probably have one of your sweaters in the same colour.
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The blue's nice, [Is what he says, which is true. Less racy, more silk. ] There's matching shorts, somewhere. Probably have one of your sweaters in the same colour.