[Without thinking about it, he lets his arms circle her again and ends up rocking her slightly, slowly, the natural thing to do with her sighing into him so softly like this.]
You could eat some soup first, or we both could. And then, whe...when we kiss, we'll taste like potato. That's not very fairy-tale. Right?
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[Without thinking about it, he lets his arms circle her again and ends up rocking her slightly, slowly, the natural thing to do with her sighing into him so softly like this.]
You could eat some soup first, or we both could. And then, whe...when we kiss, we'll taste like potato. That's not very fairy-tale. Right?