[Justine realizes that she's a bit smaller than Paris now that she's lying beneath him. Her head spins and her body flushes with warmth at the close contact. There is no avoiding it but she pushes down the sensations and focuses on the practicality of their situation. Her hips shift, pushing at his to allieve the pressure on her lungs and allow her to inhale a deep breath.]
Yeah. [She swallows, tasting his breath on her tongue as they lay on the sidewalk. A few people pass but no one seems to bother asking what they are doing or offer to help.]
Are you alright? [Justine's lips twitch into a soft smile.] Your pulse is racing.
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Yeah. [She swallows, tasting his breath on her tongue as they lay on the sidewalk. A few people pass but no one seems to bother asking what they are doing or offer to help.]
Are you alright? [Justine's lips twitch into a soft smile.] Your pulse is racing.