[ It's a small thing to say for some, but nothing he says is small, and for her the desire has been all-consuming and then— left wanting. Wanting to be seen and invited to gaze back. He has done things that would make some shy away, taken on forms that may confound and awe, but to be allowed—invited—to step into the shadows with him is exactly what makes it so easy to lean into him.
With her other hand, she'll reach up to brush her fingertips just beneath his chin and along his jaw before it settles on his shoulder. When she speaks again, her voice is so hushed it could almost be soundless. ]
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With her other hand, she'll reach up to brush her fingertips just beneath his chin and along his jaw before it settles on his shoulder. When she speaks again, her voice is so hushed it could almost be soundless. ]
Hold me, then.