"Sometimes it's hard to keep my hands off of you," he confessed, with a gleam in his eye. He brushed his thumb over her knuckles. "I like your hands, too."
With his free hand, he brushed a thumb over her lips. "And your lips." His thumb stroked near her eye. "Your eyes." His fingers went through her hair. "Your mind."
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Date: 2012-02-05 07:08 pm (UTC)With his free hand, he brushed a thumb over her lips. "And your lips." His thumb stroked near her eye. "Your eyes." His fingers went through her hair. "Your mind."