[ she's taken by the easy way he kisses her, the firmer press of his lips against hers; their warmth and texture. something cracks open in her chest, fledging and delicate, emotion surging up to make the lump in her throat worse. she feels tears threaten to well up behind her closed eyes and she takes another shaky, steadying breath, slipping her fingers into his hair just for something to hold on to. just this is already so much—it's silly, how overwhelming it is, but she doesn't want him to stop. ]
It's okay, [ she laughs sheepishly, a little watery. ] I feel like I might, too.
[ does it make it better knowing that he isn't the only one? she doesn't know. but his honesty does provide some comfort, calming the staccato beat of her pulse momentarily before he shifts forward. ]
You don't have to. [ she swallows, melting a little beneath his kisses, tipping her face up to them like a flower to the sun. ] I'll be all right.
[ her head tilts, catching his lips with hers briefly once he gets close enough. ]
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It's okay, [ she laughs sheepishly, a little watery. ] I feel like I might, too.
[ does it make it better knowing that he isn't the only one? she doesn't know. but his honesty does provide some comfort, calming the staccato beat of her pulse momentarily before he shifts forward. ]
You don't have to. [ she swallows, melting a little beneath his kisses, tipping her face up to them like a flower to the sun. ] I'll be all right.
[ her head tilts, catching his lips with hers briefly once he gets close enough. ]
I trust you.