[His interruption garners a small sound of surprise and he is far too near now, tastes like whisky, and the majority of her protests die on her lips where they meet his. Fingers unconsciously curling around the lapels of his jacket Evelyn's previous concerns are snapped in two as she pulls him closer.
When she does force herself to break away it is to nod breathlessly in agreement with Chuck's previous statement.]
no subject
When she does force herself to break away it is to nod breathlessly in agreement with Chuck's previous statement.]
You're right, anything.