[ He was in the midst of slicing them just so, when he felt the press of Justine's body against his. She felt warm, her voice sweet in his ear.
Oh? Was that an invitation? Majima was going to take it as such, dipping down to see if he could sneak a nibble off of Justine's olive. But regardless of whether he could or couldn't, he'd take a slice of olive between thumb and forefinger and hold it out for her so she could give the quality of his work a sample. ]
That's a good point.
Here, taste this. I'd love to hear what more ya have to say on the subject of toppings.
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Oh? Was that an invitation? Majima was going to take it as such, dipping down to see if he could sneak a nibble off of Justine's olive. But regardless of whether he could or couldn't, he'd take a slice of olive between thumb and forefinger and hold it out for her so she could give the quality of his work a sample. ]
That's a good point.
Here, taste this. I'd love to hear what more ya have to say on the subject of toppings.
[ Mmhmm. ]