[It's a good thing he doesn't pull back. Already, she's acclimating to every whorl on the pads of his fingers and every bump of the knuckles. Her eyes close for just a split second, relishing the contact and reciprocating it in kind. Her own thumb moves against his skin, as if to help him adjust to her presence in kind.]

You know... you're not so different, even if you might try to deny it. [Her lips crack into the faintest of smiles, mirth dancing subtly within the notes of her voice.] You managed to pull me in, after all.

[Her eyes finally crack open, shifting this way and that until they finally settle on his own. She hesitates only for second, only because it circles back to her. But even that isn't enough to fully stop her.]

I... think I can accept that. Potentially