Date: 2007-05-24 10:21 pm (UTC)
Marion cannot ignore that touch and gasps at the contact between his hand and her leg. The blush deepens in color as she tries to carefully pull back from him. "I'm sorry. Thank you for helping me but... I... I have to go now."

His hand is very warm. She's suddenly very worried she will hurt this handsome man.

Oh, Poppa is going to kill her for ruining the stockings. Especially if she comes home blue.
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