"You''''''''renotdoingthisonpurpose,areyou?"Hisvoicewaslow,half-mog.

        Ofcourseshewas.Ratherthanwaitforhimtomakethefirstmove,Reyadecidedtospeedthingsupherself.Whilehewasaway,shehadshiftedrestlesslyonthebed,wupjustenoughsweat,lettingherbodyexudeafaint,intoxigfragrance.

        Thetowelinhishandslidfromherforeheadtohercheeks,thenpausedbetweenhercolrbonea.Hisbreathquied,bloodstirring,theflimsybarrierofhisglovesdoinglittletodullthewarmthseepingintohim.

        Thetowelwastossedaside.

        Reya''''''''sshesloweredasshelethereyesfallshut,herbreathingdeliberatelyuneven.Shedidn''''''''tresistwhenhisfingersbrushedhercolr,slippirary—sheletthemotionlinger,asifeachtouraveledherfurther.

        Intheair,thestfromherbodybecamemoreintense,windingandfermentinginthecold,dampbasement.Itwasasicklysweetsmell,likesyrupdrippingintohotmilk.

        Hisglovedhandsmovedacrosshercmmyskinwithafaint,paperyrasp,lingeringfarlohannecessary.Hisfingersweredeft—clearlyfarmoreexperiehanJulian.Hecuppedoneofherbreast,almosticatfirst,butthetremblingedgeinhisbreathbetrayedhowfarfromicalhereallywas.

        Hersoftbreastfeltalmostsmallinhisrgepalms,butheseemedpleased.Shecouldsmelltherisiinhisnow-unsteadybreath.

        "Myclothes...they''''''''retoowet.It''''''''sunfortable,"Reyawhispered,thewordsfeather-soft,asthoughtornfromherinweakness.

        Thesentendedlikeasparkintinder.Hishandfrozeonherchest,susperemblingwithrestraint.

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