[ It's enough to make her blink—rather, a flutter of lashes when he addresses her, proving he has in fact known the proper way. However soothing his touch might have just been, now she can only feel her pulse racing so fast that it may hum just under her skin while she leans into the husky lure of his reminder.
Her nightmares have always been the same, claimed by another. Someone lesser. Why let it be so here? ]
Then show me. New nightmares. New dreams. [ Turning her head a little, her lips only barely brush against his lingering fingertips with her murmur. ] Raspberry tortes and clementines.
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Her nightmares have always been the same, claimed by another. Someone lesser. Why let it be so here? ]
Then show me. New nightmares. New dreams. [ Turning her head a little, her lips only barely brush against his lingering fingertips with her murmur. ] Raspberry tortes and clementines.