[ I love you, he thinks, his own pulse fluttering. And then he finally pulls away enough to sink back onto his stool. His jeans are tight now, but he ignores that and just studies Ephemera's face, the pleasure and surprise at it still in his expression. ]
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I'm glad.
[ I love you, he thinks, his own pulse fluttering. And then he finally pulls away enough to sink back onto his stool. His jeans are tight now, but he ignores that and just studies Ephemera's face, the pleasure and surprise at it still in his expression. ]
We'll uh-- we'll just take it slow.