[ And then, without any warning, she's leaning forwards. Loose strands of damp hair, dark and beaded with water, spill over her shoulder and onto his. She braces herself with her hands on his upper arms and just for a second, their positions really are reserved, her chest pressed gently into his back - and the worst part is, she barely seems to be aware.
Or, no. The worst part is when her lips find her way to his ear, close enough that her breath tickles against the shell, she cups her hand around her mouth as if to carry her voice right into his head. ]
It's...
[ Her voice is low and playful, a conspiratorial whisper. ]
no subject
Alright, if you're sure.
[ And then, without any warning, she's leaning forwards. Loose strands of damp hair, dark and beaded with water, spill over her shoulder and onto his. She braces herself with her hands on his upper arms and just for a second, their positions really are reserved, her chest pressed gently into his back - and the worst part is, she barely seems to be aware.
Or, no. The worst part is when her lips find her way to his ear, close enough that her breath tickles against the shell, she cups her hand around her mouth as if to carry her voice right into his head. ]
It's...
[ Her voice is low and playful, a conspiratorial whisper. ]
... A secret. Sorry. ⭐