[That smile deepens when her hand brushes against his, and he will take it—quickly. Perhaps a little too quick, the grip tight as he slowly brings it up to his lips as he leans in close.]
Never better. But...
[And as his lips lightly brush against her skin, there is again that strange gleam in his eyes as he stares at her.]
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Never better. But...
[And as his lips lightly brush against her skin, there is again that strange gleam in his eyes as he stares at her.]
I am feeling a little... Hungry.