[She lets out a delighted squeal of surprise when his hand lands, the sound turning into unabashed laughter as her eyes follow him like a cat stalking its prey.]
Oh, I've plenty of room for dessert now.
[She picks out a tomato and presses it between her lips, resisting the urge to drop everything and kiss him instead.]
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Oh, I've plenty of room for dessert now.
[She picks out a tomato and presses it between her lips, resisting the urge to drop everything and kiss him instead.]
Now, let us go hunting, shall we?