"Good." She doesn't know Hakkyuu, but as far as just sex goes, Jesus can handle himself. She just needs to not screw him up, if that's even a possibility here.
She doesn't trust it. She stands instead, leans across the table, and slides her fingers gently through Jesus's hair so she can kiss the top of his head affectionately.
She leans her forehead there for a moment, lingering, before she straightens up.
"Remember, we promised." To touch base afterwards, somewhere, somehow, even if it's just a text.
"I'll come to you," he promises, hand at the back of her head until she draws away. Then he composes himself and gets up to go to Hakkyuu instead, still within eyesight of Rosita.
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She doesn't trust it. She stands instead, leans across the table, and slides her fingers gently through Jesus's hair so she can kiss the top of his head affectionately.
She leans her forehead there for a moment, lingering, before she straightens up.
"Remember, we promised." To touch base afterwards, somewhere, somehow, even if it's just a text.
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