Ouroboros Spine vi. two hands longing

Her not being immediately put off was the only invitation Zane needed to push forward eagerly with the current track. He never missed an opportunity to shoot his shot.

Oh, nothin too fancy. Mostly just when to focus on the chase, and when to appreciate the view. He moved in closer for that, in an attempt to let his pelt brush against hers. There was a pretty obvious drop to his voice, and he tried to catch her eye as he said it.

Internally, he figured that was probably one of the smoother things he'd ever fuckin said. Holy shit. Maybe his game was improving the older he got.