[ she felt like ice when she touched him by her fingertips with how damn hot he was feeling, his chest rose and depending on where it was that she held her weight, she’d feel his heart quicken, skip, quicken. the tentativeness would also have to be shared as eren inhales through his nose and reaches for her hips and starts to rise from there. from her waist, he tested her abdomen (hard, dang), ribs, then her bust, first one hand that brushed against the cup of her breast’s curve, then followed his other, only thumb before the index complied close to the dent of her underarm. there wasn’t much . . . squeezing, yet, only the ghostly touch of his fingerpads exploring her. he had wanted to keep watching her and the way her face would change to give him a sign, any that could mean “yes, more” or “no, bad”, but with his palms eventually pressed firmly to the entirety of her bosom, he couldn’t quite. keep up the eye contact.
lá itchy click 🤦♀️ autocorrect
they were . . . undeniably soft. ]
Is it sensitive?