[Impatient, Noah tilts his head to catch the last kiss meant for his jaw. He tries to free his other leg, to hitch himself up closer, but the cramped quarters make it a difficult task. His own squirming tugs another groan from his throat, and he half-laughs into the kiss.
A little nervously, You're okay with this, right? It's not too much?]
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A little nervously, You're okay with this, right? It's not too much?]