[ He feels heat on his body when her gaze moves down it. It keeps him near the door, ready to escape, knowing he needs to leave and soon. But he cannot help himself. He needs to make sure she's alright, first and foremost, but he also simply does not want to go. He wants to touch her, wants to pull her against him and finally have that moment that he feels they have had to push off for so long. This place is not their world; the rules aren't the same. They can have what they want.
He keeps his hands behind him and leans back against the wall. He can control himself. ]
It wasn't my choice, to start. They like to... encourage people. With aphrodisiacs and forced situations.
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He keeps his hands behind him and leans back against the wall. He can control himself. ]
It wasn't my choice, to start. They like to... encourage people. With aphrodisiacs and forced situations.
[ Like now. ]