( should he? maybe. there's something about the peace and quiet, the warmth of his body so snug against her own, the seemingly endless time stretched out before them, that tells kimberly this peaceful moment could escalate very quickly. it wouldn't take much, she knows that. that long exhale speaks volumes.
but she doesn't want to rush things with him. she wants to enjoy this ride for what it's worth, take each turn one by one. so, even though all her senses tell her to continue, kimberly pumps the metaphorical brakes for once, and lets her hand drop from his neck down to the fabric of his shirt, smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles across his chest. )
Maybe. ( but, so as not to make him think this is the one and only opportunity for such an encounter... ) We can do this again, though, right?
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but she doesn't want to rush things with him. she wants to enjoy this ride for what it's worth, take each turn one by one. so, even though all her senses tell her to continue, kimberly pumps the metaphorical brakes for once, and lets her hand drop from his neck down to the fabric of his shirt, smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles across his chest. )
Maybe. ( but, so as not to make him think this is the one and only opportunity for such an encounter... ) We can do this again, though, right?