[ For a second there's a flicker of a frown; hurting Anon is the last thing he wants to do. But then it melts away into red hot cheeks at that confession and a different sort of embarrassment from earlier. He's never been more acutely aware that he has a heart, in both senses of the word. ]
Me too. [ Giving into the kisses again. ] I don't wanna stop. Or sleep. Or do anything else. [ One last feeble protest that would be more effective if he wasn't returning the kisses with what's quickly growing into reckless abandon. Worrying about more than a few seconds into the future is overrated. ]
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Me too. [ Giving into the kisses again. ] I don't wanna stop. Or sleep. Or do anything else. [ One last feeble protest that would be more effective if he wasn't returning the kisses with what's quickly growing into reckless abandon. Worrying about more than a few seconds into the future is overrated. ]