So, like a new draft? [ Her eyes narrow in thought. She was never the best at writing stories or anything like that in school. Of course, she still remembers the process. It's more hoping she understands what he means more than anything. ] Then... we need to get you to where you can edit the story. Not just when, but where you can.
[ Polaris shifts and Jesse gives a small nod. ] I think she agrees with that.
[ « It's just hard to tell of that is the right move. There's so much of this story I don't understand. » ]
We can focus on that as the next move.
[ Though, she finds herself not wanting to think much about that. The morning brings the story which means focusing back on saving Alice Wake. It's the goal, the point of the story as Alan wants it to be. She just doesn't want to think of it as it drags those feels of having no place with him and a set role to follow back. Those feelings are far from what she wants to focus on when he's touching her and speaking in lower tones.
Jesse inhales for a moment. The question is simple, but the answer is harder to say. It's clear in her eyes and the way she's leaned against him. How she has to keep pulling her eyes to his from his lips. Fingers move from his jawline to his lips fingertips ghosting over the lower one. That pull wants to feel him against her and kiss her. Make her feel nothing but him.
Yet, he needs the vocal confirmation.
She forces herself to exhale. Then, nod. That's not good enough. The lump in her throat is swallowed. Her voice comes out softer than she intends, but the answer is clear for him. ]
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[ Polaris shifts and Jesse gives a small nod. ] I think she agrees with that.
[ « It's just hard to tell of that is the right move. There's so much of this story I don't understand. » ]
We can focus on that as the next move.
[ Though, she finds herself not wanting to think much about that. The morning brings the story which means focusing back on saving Alice Wake. It's the goal, the point of the story as Alan wants it to be. She just doesn't want to think of it as it drags those feels of having no place with him and a set role to follow back. Those feelings are far from what she wants to focus on when he's touching her and speaking in lower tones.
Jesse inhales for a moment. The question is simple, but the answer is harder to say. It's clear in her eyes and the way she's leaned against him. How she has to keep pulling her eyes to his from his lips. Fingers move from his jawline to his lips fingertips ghosting over the lower one. That pull wants to feel him against her and kiss her. Make her feel nothing but him.
Yet, he needs the vocal confirmation.
She forces herself to exhale. Then, nod. That's not good enough. The lump in her throat is swallowed. Her voice comes out softer than she intends, but the answer is clear for him. ]
Yes.