[ he remains still for a moment longer, two moments, as if he were considering the wisdom of such an act with a woman he's only met a total of four times. his movements, when they do come, are slow, allowing her the freedom to pull back at any time she wishes.
his arms wrap around her lightly, carefully, as if she were made of glass, though the embrace itself feels a little stiff and stilted, his posture still upright. held at bay even in the intimate closeness. one of his hands settles at her mid-back, his palm noticeably cool even in the cool morning and through the layers of her clothes. the other hand also rests on her shoulder, cupping the back of it so that she might step closer to him and be supported. sheltered. ]
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his arms wrap around her lightly, carefully, as if she were made of glass, though the embrace itself feels a little stiff and stilted, his posture still upright. held at bay even in the intimate closeness. one of his hands settles at her mid-back, his palm noticeably cool even in the cool morning and through the layers of her clothes. the other hand also rests on her shoulder, cupping the back of it so that she might step closer to him and be supported. sheltered. ]