[ His voice drops to a lower volume, but it's also deeper too, now that she's closer, close enough for him to lean in and inhale the scent of her hair when he tips his head down to look at where her hand is. Suddenly, he wishes he didn't have this wine bottle in his other hand, that he had both free to reach for her, but the one that isn't carrying anything slips around from her hip to rest at the small of her back. ]
Right here?
[ On a bold whim, he presses his hand on her to guide her in against him, but it's a gentle pressure; she could easily break it if she wants to, but he's hoping she doesn't, especially since he's already leaning down in search of her mouth. ]
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[ His voice drops to a lower volume, but it's also deeper too, now that she's closer, close enough for him to lean in and inhale the scent of her hair when he tips his head down to look at where her hand is. Suddenly, he wishes he didn't have this wine bottle in his other hand, that he had both free to reach for her, but the one that isn't carrying anything slips around from her hip to rest at the small of her back. ]
Right here?
[ On a bold whim, he presses his hand on her to guide her in against him, but it's a gentle pressure; she could easily break it if she wants to, but he's hoping she doesn't, especially since he's already leaning down in search of her mouth. ]