[ There is no better way to say it: when she rests her chin against his chest and takes hold of his hand, his heart leaps into his throat. Some talk about feeling as though butterflies are fluttering around in moments like these, and he can say with confidence that that is exactly what he is feeling: nerves, yes, but also more love than he can remember feeling for anyone.
His touch is brief, but he gives the ear his hand is resting upon a light stroke before he slowly withdraws it again. Why he wanted to do that, he isn't sure, but she was kind enough to let him try. ]
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His touch is brief, but he gives the ear his hand is resting upon a light stroke before he slowly withdraws it again. Why he wanted to do that, he isn't sure, but she was kind enough to let him try. ]