[ The photographer, she presumes, remembering that all-suffusing glow of easy laughter and love from the vision Armand shared with her. A few comebacks flit through her mind -- So, appreciative lovers, then? and More for me -- but she keeps them behind her teeth. That "not here" seems like the operative turn of phrase. It might not be kind to tease. ]
Mm, the pleasure's all mine. [ She lifts her hand to trail a finger along his jawline, smiling. ] If you are ever dying for a taste of something, you've got my number.
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Mm, the pleasure's all mine. [ She lifts her hand to trail a finger along his jawline, smiling. ] If you are ever dying for a taste of something, you've got my number.