"We could get my handcuffs later." Emma strokes her fingers down his chest and then straightens his jacket. Grinning a little, she tips close to him to whisper, "I might have slightly miscalculated how long I could wait to have you." Because if he knows her, she knows him to, and he loves knowing, needs to know, that she wants him.
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Date: 2018-08-02 02:40 am (UTC)