Neville wondered if he was going to be able to touch her like he had touched her in the greenhouses. He had decided that he did want to do that, and that he was going to whenever he figured out how to let his brain focus on more than one thing at a time. For the moment, he was enjoying the way his hands gently touched her back, felt the cloth of her shirt, and he could feel her bra straps under the shirt, a random thought that excited him even more.
"I want to do a lot of things," he admitted with a gasp, arching his hips up and trying to get himself into her hand as much as he could. "Y-you know what will happen if you don't stop that," he warned, letting one of his hands hold until her shirt, tugging on it slightly as his brain spun at an even more rapid pace. It wasn't rocket science, but Neville figured that he would warn her anyway.
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