[He makes it easy on her, when he leans in close; the hand that was resting on his chest, that winds up pushed back toward her when he moves in against her, is able to easily slide up and hook fingers into the collar of his shirt. It won't do anything while he stays close, but it'll certainly prevent him from getting away if he tries.
Did he move in to take, or did she lure him in herself? Is he staying put because he wants to, or has she just ensnared him? That, too, is all part of the game.]
You call it a courtesy. I call it a demand.
[This time, the lip she runs her tongue along is his, not her own.]
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Did he move in to take, or did she lure him in herself? Is he staying put because he wants to, or has she just ensnared him? That, too, is all part of the game.]
You call it a courtesy. I call it a demand.
[This time, the lip she runs her tongue along is his, not her own.]
And you wouldn't like me if I wasn't difficult.