[ Her arms are still locked behind his neck to keep herself upright as possible, but she has to lean back carefully so she can get a better look at him. Through the dim light of the TV bouncing off his face she can still make out his handsome features and the way the edge of his mouth curves into a mischievous smile. ]
... yours is okay.
[ Perhaps there's a part of her that's eagerly curious to see what's behind one of the doors in the house she never dares to open. ]
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... yours is okay.
[ Perhaps there's a part of her that's eagerly curious to see what's behind one of the doors in the house she never dares to open. ]