[ What's it do for his confidence when she absolutely melts against him, sliding her arms over his shoulders, already panting when he shifts to take care of the cream on her cheek? Good things, one hopes. If he manages to catch a glance at her lidded eyes as she turns her head to seek his mouth again, they're not a glowing red, but a darkened auburn -- not hunting now, just helplessly eager. ]
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