The better question, I think, is will I let you leave.
[ she brings both hands up to cup the sides of his face. then she kisses him—gentle, for a change, instead of hungry. not a means to instigate anything. it's as if she hopes that she might somehow assure him in ways that her words haven't managed that he is welcome here, wanted.
that he doesn't have to ask.
then she lowers her hands, takes his, and leads him back towards the bed. ] Come to bed.
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[ she brings both hands up to cup the sides of his face. then she kisses him—gentle, for a change, instead of hungry. not a means to instigate anything. it's as if she hopes that she might somehow assure him in ways that her words haven't managed that he is welcome here, wanted.
that he doesn't have to ask.
then she lowers her hands, takes his, and leads him back towards the bed. ] Come to bed.