[Jester can't deny the warm curl of arousal in the pit of her stomach, especially the way Beau's hand is drifting across her side. When Beau pulls away, Jester sucks in a breath, eyes wide as she stares at Beau. She's a little tipsy, sure. That's fine. This isn't a hard decision to make, because it feels like it's something they both need.]
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Yeah. Yeah, let's do that.