[ He can't help it... a soft breathy laugh follows her declaration, the tone of her voice more than anything. ]
Come here... give me your hand.
[ It's too close, in a way. That he shifts in a way that indicates she can shuffle right up against him. His hand, the furthest from her, waits with his palm facing up. ]
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Come here... give me your hand.
[ It's too close, in a way. That he shifts in a way that indicates she can shuffle right up against him. His hand, the furthest from her, waits with his palm facing up. ]