[This time, she does twitch at the intimate touch—the hand along her side, her thigh, one light squeeze all that's needed to feel bone and ropy muscle instead of curves or cushioning fat.
But it's over in a moment, less than a moment, soothed away and kept from repeating the longer she watches his face without seeing disgust reflected back.]
N-Nah, I just— [A breathless little laugh, the fluttering of a bird's wings in the moment before flight. She leans against him a little more.] I just meant no one's ever called it that. "Lovely."
[It feels strange, but not bad. Not here, like this.]
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But it's over in a moment, less than a moment, soothed away and kept from repeating the longer she watches his face without seeing disgust reflected back.]
N-Nah, I just— [A breathless little laugh, the fluttering of a bird's wings in the moment before flight. She leans against him a little more.] I just meant no one's ever called it that. "Lovely."
[It feels strange, but not bad. Not here, like this.]
So, um....what do I call you?