[Don't move, he says, and she doesn't. Stills under his touch and doesn't even breathe in the gentle cradle of his hands, which is really of no consequence because that lingering, tender touch would steal it away anyhow.
When his lips leave hers she keeps her eyes closed, lashes sooty against her freckled cheeks and a smile curving against the near press of his mouth. Inhale swift and shaky and the exhale slow, thinking it wants to be a sigh or a laugh and not quite making it to either.]
Okay.
[A pause, and then that laugh finally forms, warm and welcoming. No bravado here, anymore.]
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When his lips leave hers she keeps her eyes closed, lashes sooty against her freckled cheeks and a smile curving against the near press of his mouth. Inhale swift and shaky and the exhale slow, thinking it wants to be a sigh or a laugh and not quite making it to either.]
Okay.
[A pause, and then that laugh finally forms, warm and welcoming. No bravado here, anymore.]
Thank you.