( that's it, isn't it? she'd wondered what he wanted when she'd arrived, questioned the nature of the evening with his fussy jacket and her casual dress, but his clever allusion to something much more intimate than dinner had answered those questions for her. perhaps he'd been wondering the same thing. what she wanted, how far she wanted this to go, how much she wanted him.
because as soon as the words slip out of her mouth, it's like the gates open; his grip is firmer, more sure, more determined as he pulls her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist on instinct alone. kimberly can only laugh, pressing her forehead against his shoulder as it rumbles through her chest, clinging to him with arms wrapped around his neck as he carries her through the small apartment. )
This is much better, ( announced as they cross through the threshold, amusement high in her voice. ) Don't you think?
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because as soon as the words slip out of her mouth, it's like the gates open; his grip is firmer, more sure, more determined as he pulls her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist on instinct alone. kimberly can only laugh, pressing her forehead against his shoulder as it rumbles through her chest, clinging to him with arms wrapped around his neck as he carries her through the small apartment. )
This is much better, ( announced as they cross through the threshold, amusement high in her voice. ) Don't you think?