[In an instant, every ounce of confidence he was exuding slips away. There's warmth, the touch of their lips, and his chest swells with feeling, wanting more of it. He presses closer, curls his fingers where they are, and halfway through a desperately longing response to that kiss, he forces himself to stop.
This happened out of nowhere. Is he experiencing this, really? Did he fall asleep and this is just some dream? But he can feel Dextera's breath against his skin, the warmth of his hand linked with his, and his heart is aching too much with desire. This is real.]
Please... [A little unsteady sounding, with him so uncertain of what to do next. With Dextera, it could mean anything, couldn't it? He can't deal with that.] Don't do that unless you really mean it.
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This happened out of nowhere. Is he experiencing this, really? Did he fall asleep and this is just some dream? But he can feel Dextera's breath against his skin, the warmth of his hand linked with his, and his heart is aching too much with desire. This is real.]
Please... [A little unsteady sounding, with him so uncertain of what to do next. With Dextera, it could mean anything, couldn't it? He can't deal with that.] Don't do that unless you really mean it.
[Does he really mean it...]