[Something was better than nothing, better than most other things she could have said, and he wasn't expecting it. Normally filled with words, or at least a quick riposte, for the moment he seemed caught off-guard, momentarily speechless. He reached out, sliding a hand along her arm, up to her shoulder, her neck, then guided through instinct and intuition, claiming her lips and saying through action what he couldn't quite put words to right away.
He pulled back, just slightly, and whatever they meant they were dangerous, but the words escaped into the space between them anyway.]
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He pulled back, just slightly, and whatever they meant they were dangerous, but the words escaped into the space between them anyway.]
Я тожа.