If she was going to stop this then it really ought to be now, Ambrosia mused as she made no attempt to move away. His hands were edging closer and if she tilted her chin up just so then there would barely be a breath between their lips.

"Words are not everything," she replied as she moved incrementally along the railing until she felt the side of his hand just ghost against her dress.

She would stop this soon, Ambrosia told herself, though her usual sense was rather drowned out by other instincts that were insisting on being paid attention to.

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Ambrosia's got 99 problems but this hot af set from MJ ain't 1 of them