It was really hard not to picture him naked.
Her eyes locked onto Caradoc's immediately, feeling her face heat up instantly at his touch. It was hard not to think of things when he touched her, was close to her, and Emmeline was sure she'd be able to handle all of this much better at a later time, but right now? Oh, well. Right now, she was rather wrapped up in the fact that she knew exactly what was going on underneath those rather dashing robes of Caradoc's, what could go on a few times and---
---right. Make yourself out to be a complete and utter tart, why don't you, Vance?
At least it was only going on in her head. She was allowed to be completely smitten by her boyfriend in her head, yes? Yes. That was part of the rules, she believed. Of course, she was only going to let it go on in her head (and of course, letting Anneliese know, because she had to let Anneliese know), because Emmeline knew the kind of games that went on when she got wrapped up in a boy (and, wow, two of her ex-boyfriends were in the wedding party, haa..).
Got wrapped up, had fun, got serious, things went to shit. So. She was going to be careful this time.
"Does it?" she asked, mimicking his pose, scrunching her shoulders in a much more flirty manner than him, however. Emmeline's batted slowly, her satisfied grin plastered on her face.
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