[ She does sing, gasping at his lightest touches, whimpering just so into his neck with each graze on her thigh. She returned the touches, digging her fingers into his shoulders with each pause of her breath and tangling them in the chain still dangling from his neck. She wanted to yank on it, but the coolness of the metal against her skin was more appealing, for the moment.
She wanted more of this, these touches. She wanted to be wanted. ]