[His gaze is warm as he looks down at her, gently resting his forehead against hers. His own pulse has quickened, his fingers toying playfully with the waistband of her skirt. Mostly, he's just enjoying the contact.]
You're pretty when you blush.
[He moves a hand up to touch her cheek, the plastic of his fingers still exposed.]
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[His gaze is warm as he looks down at her, gently resting his forehead against hers. His own pulse has quickened, his fingers toying playfully with the waistband of her skirt. Mostly, he's just enjoying the contact.]
You're pretty when you blush.
[He moves a hand up to touch her cheek, the plastic of his fingers still exposed.]