That alone is probably enough to put me on cloud nine for awhile if the touch of his hand on my cheek and the way he draws me closer doesn't do it. I don't know what to do with my hands. I want to rest them on his forearms or his waist, but it that feels like pushing too far when just this is so much more than I could've hoped for. So I keep them held awkwardly against my belly and I do my best to smother the quiet whine that squeaks past my throat.
His lips are soft and his beard scratches only just a little and I want so, so badly to press in for more, but I force myself to pull back, my heart still beating wildly as I stare at him.
The curse has dropped, I can tell, it's hold on me released.
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That alone is probably enough to put me on cloud nine for awhile if the touch of his hand on my cheek and the way he draws me closer doesn't do it. I don't know what to do with my hands. I want to rest them on his forearms or his waist, but it that feels like pushing too far when just this is so much more than I could've hoped for. So I keep them held awkwardly against my belly and I do my best to smother the quiet whine that squeaks past my throat.
His lips are soft and his beard scratches only just a little and I want so, so badly to press in for more, but I force myself to pull back, my heart still beating wildly as I stare at him.
The curse has dropped, I can tell, it's hold on me released.
But I don't want to step away. Not yet.