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Outrider showed Mox how to do it, the first time they kissed. His response was gentle. Shy. He learned quickly what to do with his hands.
By the time he was comfortable enough to initiate, he kissed like a fairy tale prince. His hand caressed her cheek; the other arm looped around her waist. Outrider had never been a fan of those stories, not even as a child— and yet, his chivalry caught her breath.
Mox learned just as well how to be intimate with her, once she asked for it. She hoped then and there she’d never teach another.