“Christ, Joyce,” he answers, one hand coming up to the back of her neck, the other on her hip as he leans down to kiss her. There’s more heat in his kiss this time, a pounding in his chest, and he presses closer to her, to the heat of her body.
“It’s okay,” he answers in a rough voice. He can’t imagine a situation in which he wouldn’t want Joyce to be touching him.
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Date: 2023-01-19 04:32 pm (UTC)“It’s okay,” he answers in a rough voice. He can’t imagine a situation in which he wouldn’t want Joyce to be touching him.