It is fairly innocent in this case, but that makes her no less wanted or desired.
He smiles a little at her words, leaning his head into her touch, into that divine feeling of her fingernails scraping against his scalp. His words have a hint of that moan to them. "Occasionally, though I'm not sure that it was done on purpose."
Matt is grateful for the same thing. He's reasonably certain they wouldn't have gotten as close if they hadn't shared the same room. It's so much easier to let one's guard down in those vulnerable hours before sleep. They might have gotten close, but it would have taken so much longer simply because Matt doesn't let people in easily.
"Then they were very, very dumb. You're amazing, Lydia and everyone in your life ought to feel that way," he tells her in a whisper as his hands stroke over Lydia's cheekbones and face.
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He smiles a little at her words, leaning his head into her touch, into that divine feeling of her fingernails scraping against his scalp. His words have a hint of that moan to them. "Occasionally, though I'm not sure that it was done on purpose."
Matt is grateful for the same thing. He's reasonably certain they wouldn't have gotten as close if they hadn't shared the same room. It's so much easier to let one's guard down in those vulnerable hours before sleep. They might have gotten close, but it would have taken so much longer simply because Matt doesn't let people in easily.
"Then they were very, very dumb. You're amazing, Lydia and everyone in your life ought to feel that way," he tells her in a whisper as his hands stroke over Lydia's cheekbones and face.