It was just something Marianne could do. I smiled at him and resisted the urge to punch him on the shoulder. He gave me a look. No one just ran straight at the injured trooper.
I snuggled in against him, until my breath danced along his neck, and he snuggled harder against me. You know, Buzz, this doesn't sound like a problem that Jean-Claude would let go this far. I'd only allowed myself to touch him below the waist once. He looked at me and laughed.
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