He couldn't stop feeling, even if he tried. Too much of who he was lay wrapped up in those close to the surface emotions, and the ones he tried to hide so futilely around her.
"I would rather just do it when you want it." he admitted. "If I played for you any time I felt like it, you might get sick of it after a while."
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"I would rather just do it when you want it." he admitted. "If I played for you any time I felt like it, you might get sick of it after a while."