She looks at him. She doesn't want him to go, but she's the one that sent him to the basement, this time. She runs her thumbs over his skin before letting go of his hands.
She has no right to go back and forth on a whim. It's unfair to him.
"Thank you for taking care of me," she tells him. "And... I look forward to our date."
Something to look forward to for the both of them, she hopes.
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She has no right to go back and forth on a whim. It's unfair to him.
"Thank you for taking care of me," she tells him. "And... I look forward to our date."
Something to look forward to for the both of them, she hopes.
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“Any time, Jill,” he says, softly. “I’ll let you know when and where.”