"Your memory's better than mine," he points out, still smirking, and his hands are wandering up her back. Partly to touch, partly to see if he can figure out how to get the dress off before they even get to the room. "Can we just pretend I've been obtuse enough already an' get to the fun part?"
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"Your memory's better than mine," he points out, still smirking, and his hands are wandering up her back. Partly to touch, partly to see if he can figure out how to get the dress off before they even get to the room. "Can we just pretend I've been obtuse enough already an' get to the fun part?"