His face pulls. “Sure, are ye going to blether on the whole time then?” I give him an indignant look. “Perhaps.” A little smile escapes his lips, and he plays with some of my hair between his fingers. “Okay.” He nods, watching me. “Okay?” I give him a proud look. “Aye.” He nods. “Works fer me.” That makes me happy, and he rests his chin on my bare chest, looking over at me. “Will I talk ye though it?” “Oh!” I nod quickly. “Please, if you wouldn’t mind.” He licks his bottom lip and sits up, staring down at me. It’s a funny kind of stare; it would have been awfully intimidating if his mouth
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