[Lightly, she starts to run her fingers along his spine. A few gentle strokes, each one starting higher and higher until she finds his hair. Her hand tangles up in it, fingernails gently grazing his scalp.
She likes the feeling of his weight on top of her. It's like her emotions are tangible, like she can wrap herself up in them and just live there.
This thing that they have...it's never felt so real. Which scares her a little. Something real can be lost or broken. The idea of that kind of vulnerability is...upsetting.
A line forms between her eyes as her fingers still.]
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She likes the feeling of his weight on top of her. It's like her emotions are tangible, like she can wrap herself up in them and just live there.
This thing that they have...it's never felt so real. Which scares her a little. Something real can be lost or broken. The idea of that kind of vulnerability is...upsetting.
A line forms between her eyes as her fingers still.]