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He took it, kissing her cheek excitedly. “Let’s boogey.”
She pulled away slightly, raising one eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
Rowan’s arms were around her waist.
He nodded in agreement.
Her gaze was intense against his before she kissed him again, her hand on his jaw.
(Hoop!)
“I’m not... fluid.”
She exhaled, almost in relief. “Good,” she said with a nod, resting her forehead against his. “That would just make this weird.”
(Zoop or switch?)
He hesitated for a moment. “I was well-trained in dancing,” he said slowly.
She was quiet for a moment before reaching up and kissing him deeply, her hands cupping his jaw. “Still doesn’t mean anything...?” she repeated...
She rubbed his back slowly before drifting off gradually.
“Are you good at dancing?”
Her hair was soft to touch and playing with it perfumed the air with the scent of her shampoo. Something vaguely floral, lily-of-the-valley maybe....
She nodded slowly, wrapping her arms around his neck again.
He finished quickly before standing up to clear their plates.
She was lying next to him some time later, her breathing slow and steady and her hand on his chest over his heart. She traced the scars on his...
She kissed him again, softer this time. “We fit together.”
He nodded, focusing on his food.
