[Fingers in his hair only encourage the Telmarine to pull back a breath's width before angling towards her again, this time pressing harder and perhaps brushing the tip of his tongue along her lip. At this proximity she can be glad he hasn't decided to grow a beard yet, or would that make their exchange a little more legal? Of course Caspian is eighteen now, barely. What they can both be glad for is the fact that not once does Caspian think: Chase will kill me.]
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