⠀
⠀(⠀blindly trusting blackwhip’s hold
⠀ around them,⠀ to lift her hands and
⠀ press her finger tips together for
⠀ their feet to land back on the ground.⠀)
⠀⠀⠀⠀ hah —⠀ you’d think i wouldn’t
⠀ be so uhm … forgetful,⠀ like that !
⠀
⠀
⠀ (⠀ she lifts her head to glance down
⠀ beneath them,⠀ and low and behold —
⠀ he’s just as right .⠀ her face flushes the
⠀ same pink as her natural cheeks.⠀)
⠀⠀⠀⠀ OH —⠀ !!⠀ ahh ,⠀ we are,⠀ that’s
⠀ so embarrassing ⠀ …
⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀( red - hot within seconds, he can feel steam fogging up glasses as he's held. palms are rigid before they move to clasp over her lower back. a strand of blackwhip keeps them tethered, only pulling back to
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