[He cranes his head downward, to press it against her own, still smiling like he's got something up his sleeve. His fingers manage to catch some of the strands of her hair, index finger twirling them around it. Would she push him away? He's not sure, but the unknown and the excitement of this is exhilarating nonetheless.]
Or perhaps, alluring might be the right word. But, that's up to you.
[He bats his eyelashes once at her, playing it off as if he were merely blinking, that grin ongoing to egg her on to react.]
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[He cranes his head downward, to press it against her own, still smiling like he's got something up his sleeve. His fingers manage to catch some of the strands of her hair, index finger twirling them around it. Would she push him away? He's not sure, but the unknown and the excitement of this is exhilarating nonetheless.]
Or perhaps, alluring might be the right word. But, that's up to you.
[He bats his eyelashes once at her, playing it off as if he were merely blinking, that grin ongoing to egg her on to react.]