[The top button gets unbuttoned and she slides her fingers just inside his collar, fingertips tracing the hollow of his throat and along the edge of his collarbone. She gives him an unamused look at the last comment. If he's paying attention to her feelings there's a bit of panic that she swallows down. There's a fear that maybe admitting how much she likes this might have scared him. She pushes that back beneath the unamused look.]
Not really the sort of thing you get tired of. It's a bit like traveling with you and I never got tired of that.
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Not really the sort of thing you get tired of. It's a bit like traveling with you and I never got tired of that.