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Send me a ?! for my muses reaction to yours slipping their hand inside his/her shirt.

[ ❧ ─   He wasn’t really sure what Summer was doing at his flat — not that he really minded the company of another living thing besides his dog because sometimes he just wanted to relax but Crayon had grown enough to jump up on the couch and lick his face. And you do not want that dog to lick your face.

But still, they hardly knew each other and Xavier was more than surprised when her fingertips brushed against the lower part of his torso, making him grab her wrist abruptly and give her a weird look.

               “What’re you doing, love?”

She held up two fingers, with a slim shining strand between them. “Hair. Sorry. I’m shedding on you.”