[ He only hums quietly in response, and when he feels the way her hand relaxes where it grips his shirt, he carefully, slowly, puts a hand on her waist, palm sliding to her back to pull her in – assuming she's willing to be pulled. He brings up his other hand to cup the back of her head, and he turns to press his lips against her temple.
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He murmurs, ]
Yeah. In a minute.