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She’d been calling him more often lately, and hoped her purpose was clear to him, but the longer she tried it seemed he just wasn’t getting the hint. Tonight as he helped clear the bar of dirty dishes (as he did every time his visit kept him chatting with her long into the early hours of the morning) she rested a hand on his.

The glass he held clattered to the plastic tub beneath, joining its matching others. Silently, she stepped closer, fitting herself along his torso. With one hand on his shoulder and the other steadily gripping his hair tighter, she exhaled against his neck and stretched to place a soft, wet kiss to his jaw.