[Cater feels the hairs on the back of his neck raise, his heart beating just a little faster. He slides down to his knees without question--a smooth action, not the clumsy movement of someone trembling and afraid. Was he stupid, or just that numb? Cater wasn't really sure himself, anymore.
From his position on the floor, he slides his hands forward, sensual, halfway crawling the rest of the short way to Leona's doubtlessly expensive shoes.]
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From his position on the floor, he slides his hands forward, sensual, halfway crawling the rest of the short way to Leona's doubtlessly expensive shoes.]
I bet the view from up there must be real nice.