"Nah." He hesitated and then brushed his fingertips over that arm, tracing up toward the shoulder and across the edge of the collar bone. "Stay, it's comfy."
He kept grazing his fingers against him, for a moment. Touching his throat, his cheek, his lips. Then he pulled his hand back and settled, lifting the book up and opening it to a random spot in the middle.
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