[She's a mutt. She's a half French mutt and they all know it.
Chuck lets out a sharp breath of air when she flips them (it's not a gasp, it's not, it's not, it's not) and settles his hands on her thighs. Maybe he does like it, maybe he also doesn't want to talk about it or think about it too hard because that would be the same as thinking and talking about how no one's ever touched his scars and not run the other way.
And he does not need Raleigh Becket's acceptance. He doesn't.]
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Chuck lets out a sharp breath of air when she flips them (it's not a gasp, it's not, it's not, it's not) and settles his hands on her thighs. Maybe he does like it, maybe he also doesn't want to talk about it or think about it too hard because that would be the same as thinking and talking about how no one's ever touched his scars and not run the other way.
And he does not need Raleigh Becket's acceptance. He doesn't.]
Raleigh. Your mouth can do things besides talk.