When he pockets that one hand, she takes it as an invitation to shift in their embrace, arms uncurling from his neck as one slips around his lower back, and the other pockets a hand of her own.
She fits against him, snug against his side.
"It'll be our secret," she murmurs, tilting her head to grin up at him.
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"If you say so."
When he pockets that one hand, she takes it as an invitation to shift in their embrace, arms uncurling from his neck as one slips around his lower back, and the other pockets a hand of her own.
She fits against him, snug against his side.
"It'll be our secret," she murmurs, tilting her head to grin up at him.