[And indeed, a little frown graces her lips, a noise sounding in her throat as she bites back a protest. I'm not anxious, I'm not afraid, I'm not traumatized, I'm perfectly all right . . . Funny, how automatic it is to keep up her defenses even after admitting she's anxious.
She slides her hands down, catching his shirt between her fingers. It is clinging, though you'd have to look close to see.]
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She slides her hands down, catching his shirt between her fingers. It is clinging, though you'd have to look close to see.]
It didn't even happen here.