[It is only when he sits back in his chair that Kiritsubo’s touch leaves him, because at that point it would be far too obvious to stay. Fingers slide down his bicep… and then they are gone, as if it were totally natural she had been touching him and now was not, her hands occupied instead with tea.]
No?
[She smiles knowingly, but without being asked… Does not volunteer how she could have possibly picked such a fitting image for him.]
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No?
[She smiles knowingly, but without being asked… Does not volunteer how she could have possibly picked such a fitting image for him.]
What did your friend mean by it… ?