[Her head falls to her shoulder, the tingling sensation of his lips too good to pass up, her skin still sensitive and hot from earlier, pulse still racing to keep up with everything.
But her eyes do pause on the door where vines have crawled all the way up and wrapped around it's handle.]
I think we might've locked them out...
[Probably for the best. Wouldn't want an unsuspecting Mirabelle to come barging in again.]
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But her eyes do pause on the door where vines have crawled all the way up and wrapped around it's handle.]
I think we might've locked them out...
[Probably for the best. Wouldn't want an unsuspecting Mirabelle to come barging in again.]
Oh. Do you still want that coffee?