[ Oh. Hello, Matthias. Look who's being bold enough to use both arms. Nina's delight does not bank her desire, the two exist in harmony, each enriching the other. She smiles at him, her breath quickening, with just a touch of wicked enjoyment in the corners of her lips. (She remembers the last time one of them did something like this; the awareness between them had been something twisted, then. Now it's ironed out, made straight - vibrant and exciting.) ]
In that case, [ she lifts up her half-eaten semla to his lips; her voice deepens all of its own accord, ] I suppose what matters most is consistency.
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In that case, [ she lifts up her half-eaten semla to his lips; her voice deepens all of its own accord, ] I suppose what matters most is consistency.