" can i get that in writing ? "
another smile โ the tease and touch gets to him so easily . he's speaking before he can think . been a while since he's felt weak .
" maybe i could treat you to some dinner , discuss it a little more . "
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with an idle grazing of his thumb on her hand , matt revels in every small detail of her while he has the chance .
" hope there's still some left for yourself , lost myself a bit there . "
it breaks after what seemed like a lifetime โ certainly not long enough for him . his lips feel coated , to her pointing out .
" so i've been told , think i may keep it . " he laughs at his own joke , the comedian .
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from here its elementary . the same , yet different sensation of touch finally revealed to him as he presses his lips against rogues .
what a gift that collar truly was . and even without it , a risk he would forever consider now .
time feels slow . his focus is entirely placed with her , feeling like there is only a void beyond the voice . the brakes , sirens , and swears of new york are dead quiet . peace .
" thought you'd never ask . " matt instinctively wraps his hand around hers as she touches him .
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แ the laugh she lets out is light and full of warmth, her feet bringing her even closer, while one of her hands lay gently against his chest. her heart is a thundering roar in her ears yet she stands firmโalways a woman who goes after what she wants.
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" i hope it isn't too selfish to hope that's me . "
her heart flutters again . his joins , a lagged split second reaction after she leans closer . she smells immaculate , and the sound of her voice soothes him into a melt .
" and if so โ i'm all ears . "
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แ a light hum at the question, rogue glances down at their conjoined hands before looking back up at him. thereโs something unfairly distracting about the way he touches her, all slow and methodical, like heโs memorizing her skin.
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