[ There's a second, the briefest of moments, that she bristles. No one is supposed to be there like that except Jughead, especially not where everyone can see. But she keeps her composure, hides her discomfort, masks it easily. She's been doing that all her life.
Besides, there's also a thrill to it. Out in the open like this. Where someone might see.
Her words are a command, her voice is even but there's heat in her eyes where they'd been a flash of uncertainty mere seconds before. ]
Tell me what you'd do to me and I will see if I will allow it.
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Besides, there's also a thrill to it. Out in the open like this. Where someone might see.
Her words are a command, her voice is even but there's heat in her eyes where they'd been a flash of uncertainty mere seconds before. ]
Tell me what you'd do to me and I will see if I will allow it.