All, well, I'd be lying if I said the idea hadn't crossed my mind... [But although he's still blushing deeply, as soon as the idol steps within arm's reach, his hands are on her, fingertips grazing her skin, traveling up from her waist along her sides, leaving droplets of water trailing down her body in their wake, his touch teasing along the underside of her pert breasts first, just watching her, watching her reaction, a captive audience, utterly rapt. The way he looks at her in this moment, it's like no one else in the world exists to him.]
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