[Had both their lives followed their intended courses--if they'd been born in the same decade--they could have been at university together: he the goofy, sometimes oddly intense senior, and she the underclassman mature beyond her years.
His smile softens to something shyer, a secret shared between them.]
No.
[It's embarrassing to admit it. He is older, and a guy, and one would think he'd have jumped at any chance he had in his school days--but the truth is, he hadn't had that many chances. And of course, dropping out, becoming a detective... Well, it's not the best way to meet people.
He holds her hands again, then brings them both up to his lips, kiss, kiss. He turns one over, places another kiss in the palm of her hand, then starts to move up her wrist, sowing light presses of lips up her arm in between words.]
Shocking, I know. And me so handsome and charming. [He smiles, lifting his eyebrows.] It's okay if you don't believe me.
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His smile softens to something shyer, a secret shared between them.]
No.
[It's embarrassing to admit it. He is older, and a guy, and one would think he'd have jumped at any chance he had in his school days--but the truth is, he hadn't had that many chances. And of course, dropping out, becoming a detective... Well, it's not the best way to meet people.
He holds her hands again, then brings them both up to his lips, kiss, kiss. He turns one over, places another kiss in the palm of her hand, then starts to move up her wrist, sowing light presses of lips up her arm in between words.]
Shocking, I know. And me so handsome and charming. [He smiles, lifting his eyebrows.] It's okay if you don't believe me.