[ His knuckles might feel rough beneath her fingers, scarred from various fights in the past, from harsh weather and poor choice of protective gear against it. But Joel can feel the way her callused finger pads brush over them, eyes darting down to watch.
It's the teasing in her voice and words, the tug on his hair that gets him to lift his gaze again. ]
Maybe I'm thinkin' about someone else, not something else.
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It's the teasing in her voice and words, the tug on his hair that gets him to lift his gaze again. ]
Maybe I'm thinkin' about someone else, not something else.
[ He can tease her back. ]