[Despite himself, he chuckles. It's another brief thing, equally born of excitement and anxiety. "Just me" she says, as if their entire conversation over the past hour had gone through one ear and out the other.
His hands only stay themselves long enough to allow her to flex to disrobe herself, at which point one of them moves to circle a breast -- and where his hands are usually rough and clumsy, something tells him to be more careful here as he brushes a calloused thumb over her nipple.
His words are breathy -- dizzied, as blood rushes between his legs.]
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His hands only stay themselves long enough to allow her to flex to disrobe herself, at which point one of them moves to circle a breast -- and where his hands are usually rough and clumsy, something tells him to be more careful here as he brushes a calloused thumb over her nipple.
His words are breathy -- dizzied, as blood rushes between his legs.]
There is no "just".