[Heather tilts her head into the touch of his hand with a small sigh, her lashes fluttering, her own stomach filled with nerves when he didn't object. The firmer kiss has her back arching, toes of one foot sliding up along his leg invitingly as she returns it, tongue wiping out to lick at the corner of his mouth before she broke it with a soft murmur.]
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I heard.