You don't often lie to me. [Or at least not that she can tell. And with that face of his, that heart on his sleeve, she thinks she might be able to if he did.
It's her that presses a kiss to skin, right at his jaw. This is comfortable, sweet. She's never seen this part of him.]
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It's her that presses a kiss to skin, right at his jaw. This is comfortable, sweet. She's never seen this part of him.]