[ He follows suit, turning toward her and resting a hand at her knee. ]
It is! We're short only a bearskin rug. I do rather think we can manage without, though. [ His grin fades only when he leans in to kiss her, head tipping enough for hers to stay upright. ]
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It is! We're short only a bearskin rug. I do rather think we can manage without, though. [ His grin fades only when he leans in to kiss her, head tipping enough for hers to stay upright. ]