[For some reason that question has her cheeks flaring hot, complexion tinged red, more so than the kiss he'd just given her. The hand resting on her side at the waistband of her leggings suddenly feels rather warm. The only thing separating the skin of his fingertips to hers was a layer of cloth and nothing else.
Did she trust him? What sort of question was that?]
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Did she trust him? What sort of question was that?]
...Of course. More than anyone else.