[Slowly, her hands creep back around to fit between them, unwinding from circling around him in favor of coming to rest lightly against his chest instead, nudging up little by little toward his shoulders.]
Are you gonna send me secret messages? Because. ...That sounds amazing.
[Her hands nudge up a little higher again, and it seems like the sum total of what she's doing is ensuring that he can't not notice how decidedly in his personal space she is, up on her toes and leaning into him and finding leverage against him.]
But it's yours. You do whatever you want with it. Whatever makes you happiest.
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[Slowly, her hands creep back around to fit between them, unwinding from circling around him in favor of coming to rest lightly against his chest instead, nudging up little by little toward his shoulders.]
Are you gonna send me secret messages? Because. ...That sounds amazing.
[Her hands nudge up a little higher again, and it seems like the sum total of what she's doing is ensuring that he can't not notice how decidedly in his personal space she is, up on her toes and leaning into him and finding leverage against him.]
But it's yours. You do whatever you want with it. Whatever makes you happiest.