[ She smiles at him when he speaks, and it's nothing like the fake smile he told her off for before. It's small, but genuine, warm and full of fluttery feelings. Butterflies, maybe, at the face that his skin is growing redder.
She doesn't really know what will feel nice for him, but she tries brushing her hand in different directions, still going slowly so she doesn't make either of them jump with this. ]
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She doesn't really know what will feel nice for him, but she tries brushing her hand in different directions, still going slowly so she doesn't make either of them jump with this. ]
Good, I am glad.