The short time that Claire took to get dressed was enough for her to self-assure herself regarding the plans for the evening. Sauntering over to the man, Chane set the bag down beside the sofa in a relaxed, fluid motion, before planting both knees on the cushion of the sofa, poised to try and move on to Claire if necessary, placing her hands at his shoulders.
There really is no way to make a man like him do anything against his will, is there? Her eyes darken a bit as she studies his face, fingers tensing against his skin. Could I make him want to stay put?
It was a difficult position for Chane to be in. She didn't want to inquire about Claire's history with the community viruses, because she was a very private person, and because of this, she respected the privacy of others -- especially someone she was growing to care for. It wasn't in her nature to pry, and when and if he wanted to share anything about himself, she figured he would. Likewise, she would keep her own secrets...futile as the practice might be around a man who could read her quite easily.
By and large, Claire wasn't very good at staying put, but this was extremely interesting and at least he had no urge to try to move right now. He grinned up at her expectantly, slipping his arms around her waist and resting his hands at the small of her back.
"You're worried about something, aren't you?" he asked, curiosity and a little concern lacing his tone. "Why?"
There really is no way to make a man like him do anything against his will, is there? Her eyes darken a bit as she studies his face, fingers tensing against his skin. Could I make him want to stay put?
It was a difficult position for Chane to be in. She didn't want to inquire about Claire's history with the community viruses, because she was a very private person, and because of this, she respected the privacy of others -- especially someone she was growing to care for. It wasn't in her nature to pry, and when and if he wanted to share anything about himself, she figured he would. Likewise, she would keep her own secrets...futile as the practice might be around a man who could read her quite easily.
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"You're worried about something, aren't you?" he asked, curiosity and a little concern lacing his tone. "Why?"
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