Gideon doesn't say anything to that, but she does smile. Gently, carefully, she strokes her finger against the soft skin of Harrow's ankle.
"Can I ask..." She looks down at her tea. "You said you...want me. What does that look like for you?"
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Date: 2021-08-07 07:39 pm (UTC)Gideon doesn't say anything to that, but she does smile. Gently, carefully, she strokes her finger against the soft skin of Harrow's ankle.
"Can I ask..." She looks down at her tea. "You said you...want me. What does that look like for you?"