[ He's nothing but jovial, but there's a weird undercurrent to it, and Wynonna's narrowing her eyes at him as he touches his finger to her lips. By the time he pulls it away, she's baring her teeth – she's no wolf, but for a second there's a look in her eyes that's just as flat and feral – but instead of snapping at him, she smiles, exaggeratedly sweet. ]
No. I'm pretty sure he likes my mouth just the way it is.
[ And she's pretty sure this guy's kind of into it, too. ]
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No. I'm pretty sure he likes my mouth just the way it is.
[ And she's pretty sure this guy's kind of into it, too. ]
Why, something wrong with it?