(she swears it to him and he makes good on the same promise, sea-colored eyes holding hers. he can feel the flutters---maybe it is the angle, the intensity, his demands. maybe it is everything all at once. he might later reflect upon (and tease her about) her unquestioned compliance in the throes of passion.)
Close. (oda grunts the warning, knowing that she is too.)
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Close. (oda grunts the warning, knowing that she is too.)