[ She lets him guide her, palms sliding down to his forearms while her teeth nip at his neck, the lobe of his ear.
And then she sits up, shaking her hair back, hips rolling over his as her fingers skim his wrists, feather-light.
There's something she wants to say, and its on the very tip of her tongue but she swallows it down and instead bites her lip as her eyes meet Tommy's. ]
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And then she sits up, shaking her hair back, hips rolling over his as her fingers skim his wrists, feather-light.
There's something she wants to say, and its on the very tip of her tongue but she swallows it down and instead bites her lip as her eyes meet Tommy's. ]