She breathes another laugh, this time choked with nerves. The blush in her face is spreading. However, her inhibitions are obviously damaged; she doesn't pull from his touch or slap his hand away, even though the sensation of skin on skin is not one she's experienced in years.
Right hand still clutching her tumbler, trembling deftly, she disposes of the rest of the liquor with a quick flick of her wrist. The bourbon provides one second of much needed cooling off before it's all burn again.
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She breathes another laugh, this time choked with nerves. The blush in her face is spreading. However, her inhibitions are obviously damaged; she doesn't pull from his touch or slap his hand away, even though the sensation of skin on skin is not one she's experienced in years.
Right hand still clutching her tumbler, trembling deftly, she disposes of the rest of the liquor with a quick flick of her wrist. The bourbon provides one second of much needed cooling off before it's all burn again.
"Sure."
Upstairs.
She didn't want to be alone anyway.
"All right then."