[Her fingers slip beneath his scarf, brushing over scarred flesh, a foolish mistake made long ago. But the past is not important to him, instead he moves forward, and in fact he almost lunges forward, when Celty's hips meet his. Much to his chagrin, the noise he fails to keep down this time is filthy, and he buries his head in her shoulder, still moving to the beat.]
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I'm not lyin', y'know.
[How does he say it?
"This just feels right."]