[ There's a small sound from Oria when Sinclair presses those kisses along his jaw and neck. The hands, even though brushed just slightly against his skin, feels warm. He missed this—he missed Sinclair's touch... his hands on him. ]
There's no one else that I'd look at with the way I look at you, Emil.
[ His voice sounds slightly breathy into Sinclair's ear. ]
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There's no one else that I'd look at with the way I look at you, Emil.
[ His voice sounds slightly breathy into Sinclair's ear. ]