He moves me smoothly out of the way of some noise or other, and I go with him easily, pliant in his arms. I trust him. I know he'd never hurt me. He's doing the most amazing things with his lips, and I just want to stand here forever with him, groaning, feeling him close.
...oh. Them. "What?" I ask impatiently. "We're busy."
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...oh. Them. "What?" I ask impatiently. "We're busy."