He captures that sigh for later, guiding it under glass in his mind like some frail insect, to be studied later with things like her laughter and the press of her lips against the corner of his mouth. It feels like an accomplishment.
Her breath tickling his throat, though, that's different. It feels... warmer, not just physically but in some other way he's having trouble classifying at the moment. His heart speeds up a little at the sensation of her face burrowing into his neck.
There's a reason he hates wearing a tie, or even keeping his shirt collar buttoned all the way. There's a reason the only scarf he owns is ridiculously expensive and softer than anything else in his possession. And abruptly he realizes having a sensitive neck is something he now has to think about in an entirely new context.
She shifts a little against him, and that extra heat suddenly makes sense, too.
"Um." He's been in more awkward situations than this, arguably, but it still makes his ears burn. "You're--welcome to ignore that."
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Her breath tickling his throat, though, that's different. It feels... warmer, not just physically but in some other way he's having trouble classifying at the moment. His heart speeds up a little at the sensation of her face burrowing into his neck.
There's a reason he hates wearing a tie, or even keeping his shirt collar buttoned all the way. There's a reason the only scarf he owns is ridiculously expensive and softer than anything else in his possession. And abruptly he realizes having a sensitive neck is something he now has to think about in an entirely new context.
She shifts a little against him, and that extra heat suddenly makes sense, too.
"Um." He's been in more awkward situations than this, arguably, but it still makes his ears burn. "You're--welcome to ignore that."