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[ Jesse tilts her head back at his touches. The back of her head rests against his shoulder as her eyes close. Then, she tilts it towards him as he presses his hands into her. The hand at her breast sends once set of signals, while the other at her back sends another. Alan has always been someone that is complicated and of two thoughts at once. Though, she felt that things had gotten better before he left them behind. That he had focused on one thing and knew what he wanted to do. ]

You're trying to write yourself out, but you're not ... [ Her eyebrows knit together as she shifts against his hands slightly. One hand rests on the arm around her, the other against the arm thats at her back. ] You're a writer. Don't writers plot their stories out?