[she absolutely can't. so, silently cursing his damned smile, she almost robotically shoots out a hand and shoves it towards him open-palmed. her face is scrunched up and her legs are pressed together; she's indignant, but eager and restraining herself successfully all at once.
just as he's more mischievous, a flush of color brushes against her cheeks and her pout suggests she's been put in her place.]
—Give it to me. I'll decide if I want to accept it.
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just as he's more mischievous, a flush of color brushes against her cheeks and her pout suggests she's been put in her place.]
—Give it to me. I'll decide if I want to accept it.