Right. [ stuck in a closet and all. there's just enough light that he can at least tell where her face is, and he reaches up to cup the side of it with calloused fingers that rest gently over her skin.
no way to do this that isn't awkward, so he goes in for the kill, cracked lips pressing against hers. at worst, he can expect a punch to the solar plexus and another possible avenue of escape eliminated. ]
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no way to do this that isn't awkward, so he goes in for the kill, cracked lips pressing against hers. at worst, he can expect a punch to the solar plexus and another possible avenue of escape eliminated. ]