[ the urge to close her eyes and simply focus on the gentle pass of his palm is a strong one, but Noire somehow, valiantly, resists it, blinking up at him. Softly, she exhales. ]
... I am. I feel like if I'm not careful when you're this close, I might have a hard time, um... holding back.
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... I am. I feel like if I'm not careful when you're this close, I might have a hard time, um... holding back.