[ Because she doesn't stop him, Derek closes his hand around Patty's wrist and starts to guide her away from the snack tables. He doesn't actually let go until they're well out of the way of the things, and he thinks that maybe they're far enough away to keep from the continued effects.
No sooner does he let go of her wrist than does he feel it again, however, this time, under his jaw, like a pair of lips leaving a trail of three kisses and Derek moves his hand reflexively to the spot, even as his eyes close in a slow blink. He's too touch starved for this to be anything other than a very awkward situation. ]
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No sooner does he let go of her wrist than does he feel it again, however, this time, under his jaw, like a pair of lips leaving a trail of three kisses and Derek moves his hand reflexively to the spot, even as his eyes close in a slow blink. He's too touch starved for this to be anything other than a very awkward situation. ]
No, not it isn't. What the hell...?