The brush of Gideon's thumb over her scalp is pleasing; the touch, the gentleness, the rightness in the resistance of the bristles. That feeling of rightness, absent all day, pierces her like an arrow, and she turns her head to her cavalier's hand, almost unconsciously seeking more.
"I would expect nothing less," she murmurs. "What did you do?"
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Date: 2020-12-11 06:29 pm (UTC)"I would expect nothing less," she murmurs. "What did you do?"