[She makes a soft noise in the back of her throat when he pulls her back against him, sighing as his lips move over her neck. Her head tilts on instinct. He's stupidly perfect sometimes, not that she would ever say that out loud. Sometimes, she just had to keep him guessing.]
Whatever you want, Topher. [She leans back so that her head is against his shoulder and she can look up at him.] Do you want to get in?
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Whatever you want, Topher. [She leans back so that her head is against his shoulder and she can look up at him.] Do you want to get in?