[ Jess balances her glass on the nearby dormant radiator. Rocky is nonetheless disturbed, tucking his head in against the side of her leg. Both her arms encircle him when he leans into her. He's heavy and she likes bearing the weight of him. She adjusts her head, her cheek nuzzling his hair and her hand splayed across his back. Her other is slung loosely around his hip.
This close, he can probably hear her swallow, similarly parched by the question. He knows that she does and prefers not to. Where he goes next is the last proposal she expected. She grips gently at his side, the hand on his back slipping down an inch or two. ]
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This close, he can probably hear her swallow, similarly parched by the question. He knows that she does and prefers not to. Where he goes next is the last proposal she expected. She grips gently at his side, the hand on his back slipping down an inch or two. ]
Where would we go?