[ Jesse pauses then. ] The story doesn't have an ending?
[ « That means we can change where this story is going. We could defeat the Dark Presence. Save his wife... make it not a horror story anymore. I thought the ending was written. That we had to change it. But, now... » ]
If she tells me something, I'll let you know. I can't promise anything.
[ It feels like they're not strangers. Some sort of comradery or ... something. She doesn't know the word to use. Everything feels as if they should know each other and should be allies. More than allies. It just doesn't make sense. The feeling isn't the story. So, what is...
Her heart skips a beat at his deeper tone. It pounds. If he wanted her drawn in further? He's made it work. She leans further into him, eyes locked, fingers curling into his shirt and brushing along his jaw...
His hips rock to hers and she shivers in his hold. The flannel slides down her arm. Eyes remain locked on his even as his hand moves to the hem of of her tank top. More and more of her wants to rock against him. She does want him, to be close, to be intimate. She wants to indulge in that feeling inside her and... belong somewhere in the world. Somewhere that the weird is known and accepted.
She can see the question in his eyes. Her hips press to his in an attempt to answer. Letting him in ... is it really that easy? Just saying yes? ]
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[ « That means we can change where this story is going. We could defeat the Dark Presence. Save his wife... make it not a horror story anymore. I thought the ending was written. That we had to change it. But, now... » ]
If she tells me something, I'll let you know. I can't promise anything.
[ It feels like they're not strangers. Some sort of comradery or ... something. She doesn't know the word to use. Everything feels as if they should know each other and should be allies. More than allies. It just doesn't make sense. The feeling isn't the story. So, what is...
Her heart skips a beat at his deeper tone. It pounds. If he wanted her drawn in further? He's made it work. She leans further into him, eyes locked, fingers curling into his shirt and brushing along his jaw...
His hips rock to hers and she shivers in his hold. The flannel slides down her arm. Eyes remain locked on his even as his hand moves to the hem of of her tank top. More and more of her wants to rock against him. She does want him, to be close, to be intimate. She wants to indulge in that feeling inside her and... belong somewhere in the world. Somewhere that the weird is known and accepted.
She can see the question in his eyes. Her hips press to his in an attempt to answer. Letting him in ... is it really that easy? Just saying yes? ]