[That is definitely not what this is. His hand is warm, thumb rough but she doesn't mind and despite whatever composure she might've had...it's starting to slip. Her heart is racing and for all the stupid shit Trevor is capable of and how dense he can be sometimes...he's being awfully charming right now.
So what if she kind of had to prompt him into it? Still counts.]
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So what if she kind of had to prompt him into it? Still counts.]
...I'll allow it.
[Holy Mary Mother of God.]