[ she wouldn't have offered to prove it if she wasn't willing to do it —although he might not like how she's going to go about proving it. she curls her fingers in the material of his shirt for a moment, tugging. a flirtatious woman dragging a man toward a more private spot. not the sort of thing that raises any eyebrows.
of course, she uncurls her fingers quickly enough, too, and decidedly doesn't take his hand or kiss him while she moves toward a spot between two food stands, not entirely hidden but decidedly more private, shielded from prying eyes. ]
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[ she wouldn't have offered to prove it if she wasn't willing to do it —although he might not like how she's going to go about proving it. she curls her fingers in the material of his shirt for a moment, tugging. a flirtatious woman dragging a man toward a more private spot. not the sort of thing that raises any eyebrows.
of course, she uncurls her fingers quickly enough, too, and decidedly doesn't take his hand or kiss him while she moves toward a spot between two food stands, not entirely hidden but decidedly more private, shielded from prying eyes. ]