[ She'd never admit it, but God, it feels like she's starved for it. For something real, something intimate, a connection she's refused herself for far too long. The night they'd had so many months ago had been fun as all hell, but even then she'd kept her guard up. Convinced herself that fun was as deep as it would go.
She lets her forehead press up against his, content to let this moment hover - needing nothing more than what it is, losing herself in the quiet softness of it. ]
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She lets her forehead press up against his, content to let this moment hover - needing nothing more than what it is, losing herself in the quiet softness of it. ]