[his sputtering becomes more pronounced as her soft, creamy skin comes into contact with his palm...as the nightgown hem skirts up dangerously a little more because of the brush from his hand.
His cheeks are red as firetrucks, as red as blood, and all he can do is swivel his gaze between her face and where his hand resides, possibly forever, or at least summer vacation.]
It-it isn't right, m'lady! It's my job to follow your orders, after all. I've gotta do what you say...or else...
[he murmurs, peeking down to brush his lips against hers softly]
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His cheeks are red as firetrucks, as red as blood, and all he can do is swivel his gaze between her face and where his hand resides, possibly forever, or at least summer vacation.]
It-it isn't right, m'lady! It's my job to follow your orders, after all. I've gotta do what you say...or else...
[he murmurs, peeking down to brush his lips against hers softly]