[It's hard for him not to worry, as Yukiko must be aware, but when she moves closer, he still comes forward to meet her, their lips touching once again. The hands rubbing her shoulders slowly trace the curves of her body, resting at her hips.
It takes a few moments of hesitant blushing, but eventually, Ryoji lets his fingers ghost underneath her shirt, gently massaging the skin there.]
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It takes a few moments of hesitant blushing, but eventually, Ryoji lets his fingers ghost underneath her shirt, gently massaging the skin there.]