Wilde curled his palm upwards, and drew Emery's hand to his chest.
"You haven't," he reassured. It was easier to talk about it like this - without putting it into exact words. No sense scaring Emery off.
He guided his hand down the open tunic, along the bare skin of his chest before finally settling it on a sturdy thigh. Wilde was built lean and nimble, but there was an undeniable sturdiness to him, and Emery's hand was lovely and warm.
"When you're ready, we can head upstairs," he said gently, barely audible over the wind buffeting the cottage which stood resolute against the storm.
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"You haven't," he reassured. It was easier to talk about it like this - without putting it into exact words. No sense scaring Emery off.
He guided his hand down the open tunic, along the bare skin of his chest before finally settling it on a sturdy thigh. Wilde was built lean and nimble, but there was an undeniable sturdiness to him, and Emery's hand was lovely and warm.
"When you're ready, we can head upstairs," he said gently, barely audible over the wind buffeting the cottage which stood resolute against the storm.