( his goosebumps don't go unnoticed. they dot the landscape of his bare arm, spring up with each sweep of her touch, each brush of barely-there skin against skin.
a hum of consideration, and kimberly thinks back to her own music collection, admittedly much smaller. there are plenty of songs about girls, yes, about pretty ones and mean ones and everything in between, but she can't think of a single song in her itunes database about a girl with her own name. somehow, it doesn't surprise her too much that he can.
the fact that there are supposedly a lot of them? well, that's a little more of a surprise to her, if she's honest. ) Yeah? Are they any good? ( she assumes they must be. after all, if they're terrible, why bother to listen to them? but he's the expert, so she'll ask. )
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a hum of consideration, and kimberly thinks back to her own music collection, admittedly much smaller. there are plenty of songs about girls, yes, about pretty ones and mean ones and everything in between, but she can't think of a single song in her itunes database about a girl with her own name. somehow, it doesn't surprise her too much that he can.
the fact that there are supposedly a lot of them? well, that's a little more of a surprise to her, if she's honest. ) Yeah? Are they any good? ( she assumes they must be. after all, if they're terrible, why bother to listen to them? but he's the expert, so she'll ask. )
Maybe you can play one for me, when we stop.