[Smiling when he chucks his shirt across the room, Daisy’s eyes roam over his body, and her smile fades a little at seeing the left over bruising. It at least looks better than it did, and it doesn’t seem to be bothering him. Biting her lower lip, her gaze lifts from his torso, to his lips and then finally meeting his eyes.
One of her hands slides up his bare arm, coming back to rest back at the nape of his neck as she leans in to kiss him again.]
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One of her hands slides up his bare arm, coming back to rest back at the nape of his neck as she leans in to kiss him again.]