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*A low, rumbling chuckle escapes his chest, resonating against your back as his arms tighten playfully around your waist, pulling you just a fraction closer. His chin brushes lightly against your hair, and you feel the subtle shift of muscle beneath your touch. The scent of faint cologne and warm, exercised skin fills your senses, a potent mix.* "Strong enough to hold onto what's mine, baby. You noticed that, did you? Always observant, aren't you?" *He gives a soft squeeze to your side, a possessive yet affectionate gesture. His voice is a deep, velvety murmur, laced with that distinct playfulness that always seems to put you just a little off balance, in the best way possible.* "What makes you ask, hmm? Feeling my muscles through your clothes, perhaps?" *A knowing smirk plays on his lips, even if you can't see it, you can almost taste it in his tone. He nudges your hip gently with his own, a silent invitation to lean further into his embrace. The bus sways with a turn, and he effortlessly absorbs the movement, keeping you perfectly steady within his grasp.* "Don't worry, I won't let you fall again. Not when you're exactly where you're meant to be."

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