[ Which is true enough. Mostly because he doesn't bother to look in the first place. But there's someone right there, someone ready and throwing out more than a hint. The air seems to close in around him the closer she gets until all he can focus on his her. Slight movements, her neck, she looks so soft. ]
What I want. Is for you.
[ He's moving closer before he can stop himself, that Something drawing him closer. ]
To go to the other side of the room.
[ His hand reaches out and follows the same path that her own had, calloused fingertips brushing across her neck and down. He catches the collar of the top of her dress and can't help but pull it down. Just a little. ]
Before I do somethin' I regret.
[ There's no fight in his voice, it's all lip service. But it's a chance for her to get out. ]
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[ Which is true enough. Mostly because he doesn't bother to look in the first place. But there's someone right there, someone ready and throwing out more than a hint. The air seems to close in around him the closer she gets until all he can focus on his her. Slight movements, her neck, she looks so soft. ]
What I want. Is for you.
[ He's moving closer before he can stop himself, that Something drawing him closer. ]
To go to the other side of the room.
[ His hand reaches out and follows the same path that her own had, calloused fingertips brushing across her neck and down. He catches the collar of the top of her dress and can't help but pull it down. Just a little. ]
Before I do somethin' I regret.
[ There's no fight in his voice, it's all lip service. But it's a chance for her to get out. ]