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“Closer, druskelle," she crooned, taunting. He threw an arm over her, hooking her back against his chest. She let out a startled oof and shifted uneasily. "Stop moving," he muttered. He'd been close to girls- not many, it was true- but none of them had been like her. She was indecently round. "You're cold and clammy," she complained with a shiver. "It's like lying next to a burly squid." "You told me to get closer!" "Ease up a bit," she instructed and when he did, she flipped over to face him. "What are you doing?" he asked, pulling back in a panic. "Relax, druskelle. This isn't where I have my way with you." His blue eyes narrowed. "I hate the way you talk.” — Leigh Bardugo
Closer, druskelle," she crooned, taunting.
He threw an arm over her, hooking her back against his chest. She let out a startled oof and shifted uneasily.
"Stop moving," he muttered. He'd been close to girls- not many, it was true- but none of them had been like her. She was indecently round.
"You're cold and clammy," she complained with a shiver. "It's like lying next to a burly squid."
"You told me to get closer!"
"Ease up a bit," she instructed and when he did, she flipped over to face him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, pulling back in a panic.
"Relax, druskelle. This isn't where I have my way with you."
His blue eyes narrowed. "I hate the way you talk.