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[Each moment that passes is one where Eun is carefully observing Jae through all of his senses, trying to make sure she doesn't miss any microreaction of distaste or discomfort with her there. Her touches are rather tame, as are his, but the potential for more and how easily he'd made her blush makes her feel shaken deep at her core.
She should try to use this as an opportunity to get under his skin, to find a weakness of his to exploit, but shamefully the thought doesn't even occur to her. Eun's lips meet his and she allows herself to truly kiss him in a way that goes beyond their fleeting touches before.
Her illusions are the work of a master, enough she can even mostly fool herself, but they seem pale in comparison to what she feels now. The true, human weight of a body against hers, the warmth seeping through their clothes and warming each other, and the unique sensation of skin against skin. She'll never ascend to Heaven but this is as close as it gets.]
I swear that I'm all right again, hope is in my veins - Post a comment
And I swear that I'm okay, someone take me home