[He earns one more short huff of amusement from her. No, she'll wager he hasn't. Even if he has, he'd never admit to it. He's much too proud. Much too vain. Possessing either of those, however, is not a crime, though she's also inclined to say that there's more to him than both.
She doesn't need a great deal of hinting. At least none more than he's already giving her. She lowers herself, keeping her attention on him as she does, and in the same way he's tugged her hand to encourage her to follow him, she repays him in kind, a careful pull as she modestly posits herself. Or as modestly as she can. Old habits die hard.
"...let me take care of you."
In this instance, it's only carnal in nature, but those words are so foreign. No one else has ever said them to her before. It leaves her with a very curious feeling.]
You're certainly not humble, are you. We shouldn't attract any undue attention.
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She doesn't need a great deal of hinting. At least none more than he's already giving her. She lowers herself, keeping her attention on him as she does, and in the same way he's tugged her hand to encourage her to follow him, she repays him in kind, a careful pull as she modestly posits herself. Or as modestly as she can. Old habits die hard.
"...let me take care of you."
In this instance, it's only carnal in nature, but those words are so foreign. No one else has ever said them to her before. It leaves her with a very curious feeling.]
You're certainly not humble, are you. We shouldn't attract any undue attention.