You know... the next week, when we were scheduled to sleep over again, and you couldn't make it...
[He trails off, focusing for just a moment on moving his fingers faster, dialing up the pressure of his fingers just a little, watching her reactions until he sees what seems best, groaning low in his throat as her fingers begin to move up as well...]
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[He trails off, focusing for just a moment on moving his fingers faster, dialing up the pressure of his fingers just a little, watching her reactions until he sees what seems best, groaning low in his throat as her fingers begin to move up as well...]
We didn't cancel.
[She probably hadn't known that.]