[That honeyed tone and the hand along his throat is unexpected, but not unwelcome. They draw to mind a very specific memory: dandelions in his mouth, sore ribs, and a rope around his once-again-human neck pulled playfully to draw him closer.
Tired as he might be, the way his skin burns at that very thought as he arcs his neck is absolutely tangible.]
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Tired as he might be, the way his skin burns at that very thought as he arcs his neck is absolutely tangible.]
I wouldn't want to make Shale jealous.