He looks at her for a moment, thinks, fleetingly, of telling her how many secrets he holds and just how good he is at that. He smooths his hand along her skin again.
"Who am I goin' to tell? Whatever you want, darlin'."
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He looks at her for a moment, thinks, fleetingly, of telling her how many secrets he holds and just how good he is at that. He smooths his hand along her skin again.
"Who am I goin' to tell? Whatever you want, darlin'."