The arm draped over him moves to rest her hand on his chest. She would say or think that such a thing feels natural--as if it has always meant to be this way. Such thoughts, while not childish, certainly seem whimsical in nature and unrealistic in the world they live in. Her head tilts more into his chest as her gaze lowers. Her ears twitch slightly at his hand in her hair.
What should they speak of? Should they just enjoy each other's presence? She still hasn't acted on the kiss he gave her permission for. Yet, it oddly feels out of place if she does. She sighs, rubbing her cheek into the fabric of his shirt. ]
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[ Selfishly so, she adds quietly in her mind.
The arm draped over him moves to rest her hand on his chest. She would say or think that such a thing feels natural--as if it has always meant to be this way. Such thoughts, while not childish, certainly seem whimsical in nature and unrealistic in the world they live in. Her head tilts more into his chest as her gaze lowers. Her ears twitch slightly at his hand in her hair.
What should they speak of? Should they just enjoy each other's presence? She still hasn't acted on the kiss he gave her permission for. Yet, it oddly feels out of place if she does. She sighs, rubbing her cheek into the fabric of his shirt. ]