[ He steps forward, eyes roaming over the dip of the chain. It glitters from behind the black lace. He hooks a finger through the delicate gold, letting her pull him close. Her hands leave a faint tingle that runs down the back of his neck, through his spine.
His lips twitch. He's close enough that it seems he might kiss her, but he doesn't just yet. ]
I'll make it worth the wait.
[ He trails his hand down, slowing when he reaches the ribbon holding her robe together. He gives the silk a slow tug, inching it free from its knot—the kind that says she is free to stop him if she wants him elsewhere. ]
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His lips twitch. He's close enough that it seems he might kiss her, but he doesn't just yet. ]
I'll make it worth the wait.
[ He trails his hand down, slowing when he reaches the ribbon holding her robe together. He gives the silk a slow tug, inching it free from its knot—the kind that says she is free to stop him if she wants him elsewhere. ]