[ he's moving away, leaving a cold empty space between them that must be filled, but before she can think to ask why she feels the gentle tug of his hands leading her to the sofa. her eyes flicker open, and she still cannot.. see him, there is a solidity to the space he occupies, a shimmering ripple in the aether far stronger than before.
his hands are still in hers, and as she drops onto the sofa she squeezes them gently, almost experimentally, and leans nearer. when she inhales deeply she can almost smell his skin. ]
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his hands are still in hers, and as she drops onto the sofa she squeezes them gently, almost experimentally, and leans nearer. when she inhales deeply she can almost smell his skin. ]
How do you.. feel?