Thoreau made a muffled sound of protest against Pansy's lips when she started kissing him, but then he was kissing her back, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close. Thoreau wasn't going to push Pansy away when she was this hurt. He loved her.
"You sure?" Thoreau asked, breaking the kiss for a moment as his hands slipped under Pansy's shirt. "I don't want to take advantage of you."
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