[And, let's be real, Jack would honestly enjoy watching those ways, too. He's got a longer line of patience than Ellen does any day.]
I always do. [And then his shirt is gone and not exactly returned to him, which was the point. Wasn't it? Oh, who cares, his girlfriend is on top of him in only her underwear. His gaze combs over her, even though he's practically already memorized every curve, every soft place, every muscle that she's gained over the years.
Okay, maybe touching wouldn't hurt. His hands go to her waist, thumbs brushing over the skin gently in small circles.]
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I always do. [And then his shirt is gone and not exactly returned to him, which was the point. Wasn't it? Oh, who cares, his girlfriend is on top of him in only her underwear. His gaze combs over her, even though he's practically already memorized every curve, every soft place, every muscle that she's gained over the years.
Okay, maybe touching wouldn't hurt. His hands go to her waist, thumbs brushing over the skin gently in small circles.]