[damon's gaze drifts over her face and then to her neck. his fingertip drifts along the smoothness of her skin for a moment, as his gaze drifts over her face]
Neither could I.
[that's not entirely true, but it's been true for multiple decades so it counts, right? he leans in, kissing along her neck as he does so, winding his arms around her. his hands press against her back, keeping her close to his chest. his fingertips dig into her back along the way.]
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Neither could I.
[that's not entirely true, but it's been true for multiple decades so it counts, right? he leans in, kissing along her neck as he does so, winding his arms around her. his hands press against her back, keeping her close to his chest. his fingertips dig into her back along the way.]
Damon.