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           Oh is that so?
             part of her begged to ask,
             but was, thankfully, silent.

Cheeks ran red as she pulled some hair aside— 
     funny, she thought, that her heart still raced after all this time.
     But then, perhaps it would be more strange if that fluttering beat
     were to be any different, considering Emi could hardly recall a
     time when the detective hadn’t had such an affect on her. It was
     surely different, before they met, but nonetheless, t’was there.

           Hesitation,
             before she leaned in slightly closer
             and reached up slender fingers,
                                                    first resting lightly, softly on his chin,
                                        and second, drifting over to hold his cheek.

There was nothing she could say to better express reciprocation,
but her second hand fell, too, at his waist.

Still silent, still gentle, he traced the hand from her hip up over her stomach, movements slow and deliberate, and stopped over her left breast. He let his fingers rest there, feeling for her heartbeat, then looked to her eyes with a small smile.