[ His eyes do flicker up at the drawn out "when" and now she'll feel his heart rate picking up in anticipation, a mix of nervous and joyful because he doesn't know what to expect.
Joyful definitely wins out when she finishes, and he hadn't planned on laughing at her, but his mouth twitches and his brow furrows a bit when she yells Don't laugh. ]
I wasn't going to. [ He squeezes her hand gently, draws it up until he can lightly press his mouth there. It's more of a brush than anything, while his own eyes close at the feeling of the contact.
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Joyful definitely wins out when she finishes, and he hadn't planned on laughing at her, but his mouth twitches and his brow furrows a bit when she yells Don't laugh. ]
I wasn't going to. [ He squeezes her hand gently, draws it up until he can lightly press his mouth there. It's more of a brush than anything, while his own eyes close at the feeling of the contact.
Quietly, he adds: ] Then I won't let go.