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september 23
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narcissist
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POSTED ON Jun 1, 2019 7:44:01 GMT
No further questioning was needed on his part, her mind was made up and so was his, the subject no longer visited upon. Though he had internal concerns on whether this was the correct thing to do or the right way of going about such a thing, the fact that she has so willingly accepted the offer was enough to sway any second guesses he had. Her maturity on the task was exactly why he asked her of all people after all.
With an offered hand he’d look to her, the question forcing him to put on a blank expression before beginning to play up a false sense of embarrassment.
“First base?” He’d scoff, a hand lightly pressing against his chest. “You really are a pro at this. So mature. I’m perspiring at the mere thought of such a scandalous act, and-” Once more he would pause, leaning in to whisper, "-in public of all places?” Pulling away, his hair would sway in the breeze, disorderly proportioning itself around his shoulders. “My lady you must have no shame.”
For a moment he would look to her offered hand, continuing to play up the interaction, reaching and pulling back once, twice, thrice, before finally taking hold of the palm, a light sigh escaping as he did.
“Holding hands in this day and age, and in public no less. It’s so…. lecherous. I just may faint.”
A smirk stained his face, the act concluding as he playfully swing her hand forward.
“I can handle anything you throw at me Kay, I’m not that helpless. Being done in by some hand holding would be real shameful.”
Though if he were to admit it, the sensation was something new to him, it was calming to hold another's hand in one's own.
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