No! [ the sound drags out even as her hands clasp into his own, syllable dragging on as caroline drops off the barstool onto the sticky floor, stumbling forward just the tiniest bit. maybe it's an excuse to get that much closer, to let go of his hands in favor of looping arms around his neck. ] I don't need to sleep.
[ she could stand to eat, though. she's peckish, if not outright hungry, and he smells — so good. she could, if she wanted. not in a bar, though. not in public. that's risky. dumb. ]
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[ she could stand to eat, though. she's peckish, if not outright hungry, and he smells — so good. she could, if she wanted. not in a bar, though. not in public. that's risky. dumb. ]
You just want to carry me, don't you?