[Justine's lips part and without thinking she drops her ice cream to the street.]
Ah. [The note of her voice is light and sweet, colored in its surprise as warm fire trickles down her spine.
When she speaks again, her voice lowers to a quiet whisper while a soft flush dusts across the porcelain hue of her cheeks.] I don't think I'd mind if you ate me up. [This isn't exactly where she'd intend for this conversation to go but she found it hard not to remember what it felt like to have his lips trailing across her skin.]
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Ah. [The note of her voice is light and sweet, colored in its surprise as warm fire trickles down her spine.
When she speaks again, her voice lowers to a quiet whisper while a soft flush dusts across the porcelain hue of her cheeks.] I don't think I'd mind if you ate me up. [This isn't exactly where she'd intend for this conversation to go but she found it hard not to remember what it felt like to have his lips trailing across her skin.]