[She, too, feels that same urge, but there's something that keeps her from leaning in to press her lips to his, the weight of her own secrets that she has yet to share. His worse bring a genuine smile to her face, one that fades only slightly at the hesitant way he says her name.]
Yes?
[She hasn't pulled away from him, her fingers now curled loosely into the hair at the nape of his neck. They have more to talk about, but—
After so many years apart, she wants to enjoy this, even if it's just for another moment longer.]
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Yes?
[She hasn't pulled away from him, her fingers now curled loosely into the hair at the nape of his neck. They have more to talk about, but—
After so many years apart, she wants to enjoy this, even if it's just for another moment longer.]