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</div><br/><br/>"We...pay a visit to Russia? Together?" Heather's heart began pounding hard against her rib cage, making it a little hard to breathe. "That...certainly sounds like an idea. I didn't know snow is incredible for music..." Was that a hint in his voice? It was difficult to tell, since she couldn't tell that sort of thing with him...not yet. His hand moved through her hair, gentle as can be, touching lightly on the back of her neck and moving her a bit closer to him. It felt...amazing...for reasons she couldn't begin to fathom. Their chests brushed, their bodies leaning close together. When he pulled away, just a little bit, she felt the loss of his heat. Her eyes rose to meet his, reading the brown depths. "I would love to do that..." she breathed, the hot air teasing his lips.