Maggie took that as tacit permission to talk to Bella, so she decided to not push the matter and risk a gag order of some kind. She did smile when he sighed, and tried to ignore why his warm skin under her fingertips felt as good as it did, to ignore the bass beat of her heart in her chest, and how much she liked both.
She tried to tell herself to move. And had about the same amount of luck.
"What things do you know?" She looked up, offered him a small smile, "and why do I get the feeling you don't mean driving cars or writing in cursive."
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Date: 2013-06-03 05:23 pm (UTC)She tried to tell herself to move. And had about the same amount of luck.
"What things do you know?" She looked up, offered him a small smile, "and why do I get the feeling you don't mean driving cars or writing in cursive."