[ Normally she wouldn't touch it in this context, because of all the connotations she knows it comes with, but today she's just reckless enough, just on edge enough to find those wide eyes satisfying. She does at least think enough to move her hand quickly, give it the space again to let him chill out. She watches him for a long moment as she bends over him, one knee on the bed between his legs for support, and then leans down to whisper in his ear. ]
Do you trust me? [ An answer that she knows, but she wants to ask it regardless, wants to see how he'll choose to answer right now. Her free hand is on his arm, sliding it up the bed over his head, at an angle. ]
yeah /well/
Do you trust me? [ An answer that she knows, but she wants to ask it regardless, wants to see how he'll choose to answer right now. Her free hand is on his arm, sliding it up the bed over his head, at an angle. ]