[His hand on her back sends a new flutter through her, for all she's super aware of every touch herself. She's not entirely sure what a good reaction would be, but it's not something she minds either. She kind of doesn't want him to stop.]
[With the chair comment, Annabeth laughs softly, pulling her hand out of his to rest it on his shoulder. Her tone's a little quiet.] One of them, maybe.
[Because she doesn't need a chair to kiss her boyfriend, gods. Which she sort of slowly starts to lean in to do again, even if there's a part of her brain saying maybe they should move before they fall over a second time. She's just too distracted by his hand on her skin.]
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[With the chair comment, Annabeth laughs softly, pulling her hand out of his to rest it on his shoulder. Her tone's a little quiet.] One of them, maybe.
[Because she doesn't need a chair to kiss her boyfriend, gods. Which she sort of slowly starts to lean in to do again, even if there's a part of her brain saying maybe they should move before they fall over a second time. She's just too distracted by his hand on her skin.]