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“Don’t which?” She rearranges herself so she can get one hand in his hair, sliding long fingers through the curls and scraping fingernails lightly over his scalp.
”Don’t think my body is gorgeous,” he tells her, closing his eyes at her touch.
“‘s fine, I do. All long limbs and pale skin,” she muses, “blue eyes and perfect mouth. The way you go so still when you’re listening. The way your hands wrap around the hilt of the sword. All’f it.”