She laughs, as she slips her arms around his waist. It feels so right, being held in his arms. She's gluttonous in this moment, snuggling herself as close as possible, tucking her head into the curve of his neck.
"But my toes wouldn't be so cold." She brushes a cold, damp foot along his ankle. Just so he sees her point. It's completely innocent.
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Date: 2020-05-06 12:21 am (UTC)"But my toes wouldn't be so cold." She brushes a cold, damp foot along his ankle. Just so he sees her point. It's completely innocent.