How did he ever get so lucky? To have someone like her care about him? Could he really have done something to deserve this? She seems to think so, and so - okay. He'll fight with everything he has within him to think so, too. Every day that comes after this one he'll remind himself of this moment, of what it feels like to be held so close by her, her brow pressed to his, so close he can feel the gentle rush of her breath against his cheek. And if he could see, he is sure he could see himself reflected in her eyes.
This is... ]
... Glad to hear it.
[ His voice is nothing more than a whisper, spoken into the private space between them. A heat creeps up his cheeks that has nothing to do with the fever that still plagues him, his breath catching in his throat, and he can't help but think about that night at the festival, the two of them side by side at the water's edge, bathed in moonlight, palms kissing. This moment is so far removed from that one, but his heart feels closer to hers than it ever had before.
Thoughtlessly, he lifts a hand to her face, guiding his fingers over that which he cannot see, thumb pulling along her jaw and over her bottom lip.
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How did he ever get so lucky? To have someone like her care about him? Could he really have done something to deserve this? She seems to think so, and so - okay. He'll fight with everything he has within him to think so, too. Every day that comes after this one he'll remind himself of this moment, of what it feels like to be held so close by her, her brow pressed to his, so close he can feel the gentle rush of her breath against his cheek. And if he could see, he is sure he could see himself reflected in her eyes.
This is... ]
... Glad to hear it.
[ His voice is nothing more than a whisper, spoken into the private space between them. A heat creeps up his cheeks that has nothing to do with the fever that still plagues him, his breath catching in his throat, and he can't help but think about that night at the festival, the two of them side by side at the water's edge, bathed in moonlight, palms kissing. This moment is so far removed from that one, but his heart feels closer to hers than it ever had before.
Thoughtlessly, he lifts a hand to her face, guiding his fingers over that which he cannot see, thumb pulling along her jaw and over her bottom lip.
...What is he doing? ]