[And then a roguish grin as he leans in close enough for his breath to ghost over her lips as his voice lowers.]
I am going to be far, far worse.
[There's a playful gleam in his eyes, but there is also something else. A kind of expectant hope, an anticipation that while he isn't really thinking or planning any of the sort to happen quickly, when the thought does come to mind it makes his own heart race and smile. A flutter of hopeful joy that is hard to contain at times.]
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[And then a roguish grin as he leans in close enough for his breath to ghost over her lips as his voice lowers.]
I am going to be far, far worse.
[There's a playful gleam in his eyes, but there is also something else. A kind of expectant hope, an anticipation that while he isn't really thinking or planning any of the sort to happen quickly, when the thought does come to mind it makes his own heart race and smile. A flutter of hopeful joy that is hard to contain at times.]