Noah tries to think of another instance where he's made Freddie speechless like that, but nothing comes to mind. Maybe because he can't think of anything right now beyond the barely-there brush of Freddie's hand along his shoulder, the way he touches the bra strap almost tentatively like he's never seen one before. He's starting to think he's not going to live up to expectations with the way Freddie's drawing it out.
"Well, I came all the way here," Noah reasons, glancing from Freddie's hand and back to his face, looking up at him. He reaches out with his foot, hooking it loosely around Freddie's ankle. "I could have just sent a picture."
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Date: 2017-08-24 12:41 am (UTC)"Well, I came all the way here," Noah reasons, glancing from Freddie's hand and back to his face, looking up at him. He reaches out with his foot, hooking it loosely around Freddie's ankle. "I could have just sent a picture."