she doesn't mind crunching numbers. it's what she's good at . " do you like when they're calm? "
... but she can't help to wonder. " what are you planning?... "
slowest nod, leaning in bro his gentle touch . " i want something sweet —– " lips purse in thought . " matthew just a marg. "
she slips past, tugging him towards the bar.
she melts instantly , arms snaking around his frame . tugging him closer .
" red flannel —— dark navy shirt ... " she whispers against his lips , sighing .