"Gotcha." He had begun to nod halfway through her explanation as her words triggered vague recollection of chemistry classes. His hands lingered at her waist. When she was done, he straightened and finally released her. Not for long, though. His hand moved to tangle his fingers with hers and he gave an encouraging tug. "Ready to meet up with Mason and get your party on?" he asked.
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Date: 2013-11-20 05:30 am (UTC)