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I, uh...
[Shit, she can see herself going into defensive mode and she just doesn't know why.
She reaches for his wrist, pulling his hand between them, turning it over to examine his palm. That's definitely some of her foundation there.]
I think some of that "beauty" may have gotten all over you.