[ It's true. She's a long way off from what's under his kilt, but if she carries on the path she is he knows that she'll likely get there. Maybe with her impossibly cold fingertips. He can only hope that by the time they reach that area they'll have warmed in some way.
But she takes a detour and they slide up to push at his wet hair. His smile grows as he looks at her. Every time he looks right at her he'd swear his heart skipped a beat. His chest tightens and it's hard to breathe. ]
Ye dinnae do ye? Sometimes--[ He starts with a sigh. ]--when I look at ye I feel as though I cannae even breathe.
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But she takes a detour and they slide up to push at his wet hair. His smile grows as he looks at her. Every time he looks right at her he'd swear his heart skipped a beat. His chest tightens and it's hard to breathe. ]
Ye dinnae do ye? Sometimes--[ He starts with a sigh. ]--when I look at ye I feel as though I cannae even breathe.