[There's a teasing lilt to his voice as he asks without pulling away, though her hand against his chest does still his efforts for the moment, his heart beating steadily beneath her touch.]
Do you not trust me to be a gentleman?
[Though he knows she's absolutely right, it could get dangerous and escalate quickly, just as their first kiss beneath the mistletoe had, but the chill of the evening should certainly be enough of a deterrent— or so he tells himself.]
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[There's a teasing lilt to his voice as he asks without pulling away, though her hand against his chest does still his efforts for the moment, his heart beating steadily beneath her touch.]
Do you not trust me to be a gentleman?
[Though he knows she's absolutely right, it could get dangerous and escalate quickly, just as their first kiss beneath the mistletoe had, but the chill of the evening should certainly be enough of a deterrent— or so he tells himself.]