[And suddenly his hand is sliding up her forearm, his fingers curling loose but firm around her wrist. It's half a threat to pull her away, but only half.
(His elevated heart rate, tempo allegretto -- no, no, mixing metaphors.)]
Well. That's no reason to suddenly be lenient, is it?
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(His elevated heart rate, tempo allegretto -- no, no, mixing metaphors.)]
Well. That's no reason to suddenly be lenient, is it?