[She's vibrating all right, with impatience and lust and embarrassed pleasure, like that one time she tried coffee. He never gives her compliments of any sort; getting so many all at once is practically an overload. She wants to pull him down and hide her pleasure in kisses. She can't keep her hands from grabbing his waist, fingers digging in hard, but she manages to stop herself before pulling. She's pretty sure he would actually stop if she broke that rule, and that would kill her.]
Your nose is stupid. [It's a distracted, half-hearted retort. She's trying to encourage him to touch certain places, to anticipate where he's going to touch next.]
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Your nose is stupid. [It's a distracted, half-hearted retort. She's trying to encourage him to touch certain places, to anticipate where he's going to touch next.]