[ it is so easy, just to look into her face, to allow his gaze to flit over her soft, gentle features, to see the bright, familiar color of her fractured soul beneath. her hand cups his cheek, and he turns his face into it without hesitation, dragging his lips over the skin of her palm while his breath still gusts quickly.
color rises to his cheeks, but his smile is coy. ]
.. No. Not entirely.
[ a chuckle rides on his words and he kisses her palm, before looking to her face again. ]
Any capacity would have been perfect. But I am certainly not complaining.
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color rises to his cheeks, but his smile is coy. ]
.. No. Not entirely.
[ a chuckle rides on his words and he kisses her palm, before looking to her face again. ]
Any capacity would have been perfect. But I am certainly not complaining.