[ Gentle as it may be, the tug manages to earn a purring sort of hum. ]
There's my handsome man.
[ Grell's hands move to cup his jaw, thumbs brushing over his cheeks, as a fond smile touches her features. Even without his glasses, at this close distance, William should be able to discern that much. ]
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There's my handsome man.
[ Grell's hands move to cup his jaw, thumbs brushing over his cheeks, as a fond smile touches her features. Even without his glasses, at this close distance, William should be able to discern that much. ]
But must I stop?