[now the surprise is real, only apparent by an arched brow as he looks at her when she leaves the drink between them. a deep warmth radiates from his hand to hers; he's prolonging the contact for the same sake as she is.
his voice lowers, as if he doesn't want anyone else to hear. a whispered indecency.]
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his voice lowers, as if he doesn't want anyone else to hear. a whispered indecency.]
Because I don't like it sweet.