[ For some reason, with him above her, the both of them nude and his insistence that leaving her bed is not an easy prospect, she flushes. Coy may be well within her repertoire of wiles, but in this moment it isn't a trick, or a mask, or an affectation.
It's flattering. ]
Are you callin' me a liar? [ Teasing, grinning, biting her lip. For the moment — and who can say how long the moment will last — she keeps her hands to herself. ]
no subject
It's flattering. ]
Are you callin' me a liar? [ Teasing, grinning, biting her lip. For the moment — and who can say how long the moment will last — she keeps her hands to herself. ]