[ he can smell her before she even reaches him — smell that she's aroused, that she's been touching herself. he finishes making his sandwich, halves it with a masterful flick of his knife and takes an unconcerned bite of it. ]
Want something?
[ as though he doesn't already know exactly what she wants. he turns in her arms, leans up against the counter. he should feel guilty, because isn't he doing the same thing to her that kate did to him? but he loves her, so he can't. ]
[ derek takes another bite of his sandwich, watches her steadily, but the thrum of his pulse and heat in his groin gives him away. ]
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Want something?
[ as though he doesn't already know exactly what she wants. he turns in her arms, leans up against the counter. he should feel guilty, because isn't he doing the same thing to her that kate did to him? but he loves her, so he can't. ]
[ derek takes another bite of his sandwich, watches her steadily, but the thrum of his pulse and heat in his groin gives him away. ]