If he couldn't think of anyone, she wasn't going to suggest he try, so she only smiled and then shifted, feeling him slip out of her before she moved to lay against his side. Her fingers drew lazy patterns on his skin, moving from his arm to his chest, absently trailing over scars.
"We'll make time for more practice," she promised with a soft laugh. "It's one of those things everyone manages to find time for."
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"We'll make time for more practice," she promised with a soft laugh. "It's one of those things everyone manages to find time for."