[She knows him. It's a feeling that she can't explain or describe and yet she finds herself reading every small movement as if he was telling her his most intimate thoughts. They're linked together and all Justine has to do is tug on those loose threads for that connection to tightened.
Her lips part as her eyes met his. Stormy gray orbs look back at her and she feels her skin crawl with seductive warmth. He's hungry. She doesn't know where the thought comes from but it resonates deep inside of her. It's matched only by the desire to take care of him; protect him.]
We can step outside.
[She offers in an equally relaxed tone though like Thomas she's tense, wanting but hiding behind a practiced vale of innocence.]
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Her lips part as her eyes met his. Stormy gray orbs look back at her and she feels her skin crawl with seductive warmth. He's hungry. She doesn't know where the thought comes from but it resonates deep inside of her. It's matched only by the desire to take care of him; protect him.]
We can step outside.
[She offers in an equally relaxed tone though like Thomas she's tense, wanting but hiding behind a practiced vale of innocence.]