————& a twitch in response. Granted, that certain
area hadn’t been given a second thought for
most of the day, in fact. The youth had been
QUITE too caught up in the wanderings of her
own mind to even remember that soft weaving
was laying still & crumpled on her desk ; woe
to sore muscles to her second pair now flat
against small digits. It feels…..NOT how she
expected it to. Any thought or lingering touch
brings on her DEFENSIVE shell, or so Blake
thought it would.
