[ kissing her hand feels like a careful avoidance, taking the ghost of what he wants and in so doing side-stepping what he really wants. what they both really want. she can feel it crackling in the air, doubts that it's just her who feels it.
she should have done it sooner. should have done it when she could embrace him without their monstrosity hanging over them. but even as she thinks this, she acknowledges the impossibility of it. like somehow, seeing him that way had made it possible to open herself to him further.
she frees her hand from his to instead cup the side of his face, drawing him nearer, chasing limbs out from between them. ]
Only one way to know for sure.
[ her eyes flick down to consider his mouth. the room feels warm, even with the draft of fall coming down the hallway. she blames her racing heart. ]
i'm trapping your html here like this
she should have done it sooner. should have done it when she could embrace him without their monstrosity hanging over them. but even as she thinks this, she acknowledges the impossibility of it. like somehow, seeing him that way had made it possible to open herself to him further.
she frees her hand from his to instead cup the side of his face, drawing him nearer, chasing limbs out from between them. ]
Only one way to know for sure.
[ her eyes flick down to consider his mouth. the room feels warm, even with the draft of fall coming down the hallway. she blames her racing heart. ]
Ask anything of me.