[ He's not looking at her anymore, and through that haze of heat, she's— confused by it. Did she say something wrong?
She moves his hand once more, resting his palm against the tendon where her neck meets her shoulder (exposed thanks to the low dip of that t-shirt she's borrowed), and again, his skin is still cool in comparison to her own. She turns his other hand to rest his knuckles against her cheek in search of another cool surface. ]
Why? [ She frowns, cocking her head slightly as she considers him. ]
Do you not want me?
[ ... Though maybe it's a failing of that foggy warmth that she doesn't specify what capacity she means it in – both the question itself and what she'd just said. ]
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She moves his hand once more, resting his palm against the tendon where her neck meets her shoulder (exposed thanks to the low dip of that t-shirt she's borrowed), and again, his skin is still cool in comparison to her own. She turns his other hand to rest his knuckles against her cheek in search of another cool surface. ]
Why? [ She frowns, cocking her head slightly as she considers him. ]
Do you not want me?
[ ... Though maybe it's a failing of that foggy warmth that she doesn't specify what capacity she means it in – both the question itself and what she'd just said. ]