[She shivers minutely at his fingers, almost waiting for him to touch her breasts, but it looks like she has him distracted with his shirt.]
Hm, fair enough. [And see they would. With his clothes gone, she touches his torso slowly, letting her fingertips trace the few lines her has in his skin, moving up to his chest. They don't go anywhere near his neck, but she does glance at it - remember what it's hiding - before looking up to meet his eyes again.]
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Hm, fair enough. [And see they would. With his clothes gone, she touches his torso slowly, letting her fingertips trace the few lines her has in his skin, moving up to his chest. They don't go anywhere near his neck, but she does glance at it - remember what it's hiding - before looking up to meet his eyes again.]