Damon moved when she did, keeping in close, pressing his advantage, and not giving her space. His lips curved in a bit of a smirk, reading her discomfort, but noting it was accompanied by a lack of real fear, real upset.
"What idea is it that you don't want me to get, and I can promise not to get them," he said, voice dropping to hold the depth of midnight he was capable of. "I already know this isn't something you do on a regular basis, and I can promise I certainly won't think less of you..."
Far from it. He'd been curious about her all year, mind flicking back to that one sweet kiss and wondering what she tasted like deeper than that one brush of lips.
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Date: 2009-11-12 07:44 am (UTC)"What idea is it that you don't want me to get, and I can promise not to get them," he said, voice dropping to hold the depth of midnight he was capable of. "I already know this isn't something you do on a regular basis, and I can promise I certainly won't think less of you..."
Far from it. He'd been curious about her all year, mind flicking back to that one sweet kiss and wondering what she tasted like deeper than that one brush of lips.