She allows herself to be pulled, and in fact leans into the movement. Her breath shudders.
On his arm, her one hand clenches, tangling in his shirt; the other lifts to his neck. In a smooth, delicate motion, she runs her thumb along his jawline.
She's close enough she can feel his breath on her face, close enough that her nose is brushing his --
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Date: 2009-04-24 09:46 pm (UTC)On his arm, her one hand clenches, tangling in his shirt; the other lifts to his neck. In a smooth, delicate motion, she runs her thumb along his jawline.
She's close enough she can feel his breath on her face, close enough that her nose is brushing his --
"Wait."
Wait. Wait? Was that -- did she just say that?
Her eyes snap open.