[ Her chest squeezes. A fluttering grip. That's the fear, but also the anticipation. It always comes when he's this close, and the way he combs her hair is familiar. Comforting. He knows how good it feels. He knows every part of her. It's deceptively effortless between them. ]
Do you mean that?
[ She so badly wants him to. A promise isn't follow-through. A maybe isn't even a promise. But it's an intent, and he wouldn't declare it if he didn't mean it. That's more than he's given her ever before. ]
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Do you mean that?
[ She so badly wants him to. A promise isn't follow-through. A maybe isn't even a promise. But it's an intent, and he wouldn't declare it if he didn't mean it. That's more than he's given her ever before. ]