[it's called a beard, you wart. And a stylish one at that. But he shivered a little at the kiss. He knew why. Was this bad? Or good? He really couldn't tell what the outcome would be]
You know these flowers right? [he traced the fingers of his free hand along her jaw.] What they do?
[because maybe not and he didn't want...he didn't want things to get strange]
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You know these flowers right? [he traced the fingers of his free hand along her jaw.] What they do?
[because maybe not and he didn't want...he didn't want things to get strange]