It was weird how that tiny little movement sent a whole flock of butterflies through Olive's stomach. (Was flock right? Maybe pack? Herd? Olive really didn't care at the moment) She uncurled her fingers from Victor's and reached up to gently trace his jawline with her fingertip -- at least that was familiar territory. "Not sure that even the Europeans wouldn't balk at a guy in beachwear-drag. I mean, maybe in France."
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Date: 2013-02-27 01:50 am (UTC)