Lighislips,hepressedforward.Withthehandstillwearingaglove,heextendedafiowardthefolds,thentracedbackthepathofthatglisteningdrop.
Reyamoanedasherbodytwisted,butcouldn''''''''tpreventhisfingerfromsinkingintothehilt.
Whenhegaveitanexperimentaltwistinsideher,itwashewhocriedout—hisgaspraggedandlouderthanhermoan.
Heyankedhisfingerfreeop,staringatthetranslutfluidnowcoatinghisglove.Ast—sweet,floral,orsomethinghecouldn''''''''tquitename—rushedtohisnose,cloudinghismindinaslow,headyfog.
HelookedupatReya,startled,hisfacefullofsurprise.
Reyahadmerelytakenonefinger,yetalreadyypantingwithherheadlolledtotheside—arain-batteredflowerexudingfragileallureamidstthechill.
"You''''''''re...really..."hechokedout.
Alowughescapedher,thesoundlikerawsugarscrapingupfromherthroat,sweetenoughtoithisteeth.
"Reallywhat?"
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