[It's mumbled, absentminded, as she basks in the feeling of his kisses pressed against her skin, and that's why it's only belatedly that it occurs to her she might need to clarify that in order to make herself understood.]
You're afraid to touch me.
[That, too, might not be precisely the right word, but she's drowsing in the feeling of having him close to her, doting on her, and so maybe it's close enough.]
Be gentle with me. But I am not made of glass. You won't make a mistake. I promise.
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[It's mumbled, absentminded, as she basks in the feeling of his kisses pressed against her skin, and that's why it's only belatedly that it occurs to her she might need to clarify that in order to make herself understood.]
You're afraid to touch me.
[That, too, might not be precisely the right word, but she's drowsing in the feeling of having him close to her, doting on her, and so maybe it's close enough.]
Be gentle with me. But I am not made of glass. You won't make a mistake. I promise.