[ He kissed her -- the warmth of her temple, the crown of her head, feeling as though he might drown on the sweet scent of strawberries. When he spoke, his voice felt thick in his throat. ]
You feel amazin'. Ya always do, and I never can get enough.
[ But it was still chill outside. The impulse to sweep her up out of the cold warred with the customary inertia; just a few moments more of sharing his warmth with her, pressed close together. Majima lowered her to the soft grass. ]
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You feel amazin'. Ya always do, and I never can get enough.
[ But it was still chill outside. The impulse to sweep her up out of the cold warred with the customary inertia; just a few moments more of sharing his warmth with her, pressed close together. Majima lowered her to the soft grass. ]
Feel a little clearer?