I'd never be that ungrateful, [ he hums, gaze traveling down the length of her arm before flickering back up to her face. He's still smiling when he shakes his head in mock reproach, though that smugness dies soon enough. (Sixteen years old, legs that go on for miles, already wet — he's not the kind of man who has a lot of shame and it doesn't bother him to admit that he wants her, bad. It's not every guy who gets to live this kind of thing out.)
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I'd never be that ungrateful, [ he hums, gaze traveling down the length of her arm before flickering back up to her face. He's still smiling when he shakes his head in mock reproach, though that smugness dies soon enough. (Sixteen years old, legs that go on for miles, already wet — he's not the kind of man who has a lot of shame and it doesn't bother him to admit that he wants her, bad. It's not every guy who gets to live this kind of thing out.)
With a nod toward the other room: ]
Hope you've got a good excuse for the little one.