[She is not so inclined to let him go now, not after that kiss. Her voice dies away into a soft, happy sound, and she takes it and gives back with equal passion. Even when he pulls away and sets her down, she is chasing him, wishing for more, but her hands slide away from his shoulders and across his chest.]
Not if I take down every little kissing weed before you get me under them.
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Not if I take down every little kissing weed before you get me under them.