[... but the feel of her skin on his lips is intoxicating in the way it always is. She's wearing a perfume he doesn't recognise but he makes a mental note to ask, because it smells completely divine.]
... but... [And here he moves, because she's got her hand around his belt and he instinctively shifts forwards, pressing her against the wall, pressing another kiss to her neck, just under the line of her jaw.]
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[... but the feel of her skin on his lips is intoxicating in the way it always is. She's wearing a perfume he doesn't recognise but he makes a mental note to ask, because it smells completely divine.]
... but... [And here he moves, because she's got her hand around his belt and he instinctively shifts forwards, pressing her against the wall, pressing another kiss to her neck, just under the line of her jaw.]
But what if we didn't.