[He narrows his eyes at her a little bit at that comment] I could drop you. [Except no, he wouldn't. Couldn't, really, and he kisses her again to drown out the dread that the word 'drop' makes him feel. His hold on her is strong, sure, as he steps towards the--
Bedroom. He can feel himself turning read just from the thought. It has all kinds of implications that he's not sure either one of them are really ready for, even if they're just making out; he changes angle slightly and heads towards the couch instead, carrying her easily despite the distraction of her long legs wrapped around his waist]
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Bedroom. He can feel himself turning read just from the thought. It has all kinds of implications that he's not sure either one of them are really ready for, even if they're just making out; he changes angle slightly and heads towards the couch instead, carrying her easily despite the distraction of her long legs wrapped around his waist]