[ Sylvain’s lips quirk and he combs his fingers through that hair, soothing and coaxing at the same time. The praise might not be verbal, but it’s implied in the touch all the same. ]
You can have whatever you want right now.
[ He tugs again lightly, guiding him back, eyes dark and locked on that upturned face. ]
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You can have whatever you want right now.
[ He tugs again lightly, guiding him back, eyes dark and locked on that upturned face. ]