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He draws in a shallow breath at her trailing fingers, locking eyes with her suddenly. "Perfect." He's forgetting what they're talking about more and more by the second, his throat going dry as his thoughts race on. Every few minutes, he has to reassure himself that this is real; and really happening. There are so many questions once they leave this room, which is why he's stalling for doing just that for as long as he can. "Do you want to order, or should I?" It's tellingly seconds late.