[The one unfortunate thing about the way he's gripping her chin is that she can't easily get her arm up to sip her coffee again; if it were possible to, she would, just to be absolutely deliberate in her defiance.
But she can't, so she resorts to the next best thing — running her tongue over her lips to wet them, ostensibly to pick up the last traces of coffee that might still be clinging to them, but with the added benefit of all but openly taunting him.]
You're the one who can't handle not having my undivided attention.
[But slowly, slowly, painstakingly slowly, she reaches behind her to blindly set the cup on the kitchen counter — not for his sake, but to free up her hand. When she brings it back forward, her leather-covered palm comes to rest against his chest, up near his heart.
This time, when she speaks, her voice is soft and tantalizing, breathy with implication rather than with challenge — low-hanging fruit just begging to be snatched.]
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[The one unfortunate thing about the way he's gripping her chin is that she can't easily get her arm up to sip her coffee again; if it were possible to, she would, just to be absolutely deliberate in her defiance.
But she can't, so she resorts to the next best thing — running her tongue over her lips to wet them, ostensibly to pick up the last traces of coffee that might still be clinging to them, but with the added benefit of all but openly taunting him.]
You're the one who can't handle not having my undivided attention.
[But slowly, slowly, painstakingly slowly, she reaches behind her to blindly set the cup on the kitchen counter — not for his sake, but to free up her hand. When she brings it back forward, her leather-covered palm comes to rest against his chest, up near his heart.
This time, when she speaks, her voice is soft and tantalizing, breathy with implication rather than with challenge — low-hanging fruit just begging to be snatched.]
You can't stand it...can you.