her smile deepens β¦ not bright, not showy, but warm. sure. the kind of smile that reaches her eyes, just a little, softening the ache thatβs lingered for too long.
βyouβd better mean it,β she says,
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the words a breath of something close to a laugh. βi donβt do casual sleepovers, you know. i kick in my sleep. i steal blankets.β
she leans in, just a little, her forehead brushing his. the touch is light, but steady. grounded.
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βoh no,β she says, mock-serious, βnot the person you likeβhow will your reputation survive?β
thumb brushes over the now thoroughly wrinkled fabric of his shirt with exaggerated sympathy, βtragic, really. you might have to burn it.β
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her fingers brush over his cheek gently, wiping away the last remnants of his tears. she smiles softly, the warmth of it reaching her eyes, though thereβs still a hint of tenderness, of vulnerability, in the way she looks at him.
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grin returning as she takes a step back, just enough to meet his eyes more clearly. βitβs the least i can do.β
her hair shifts once more, a soft pink hue settling gently in the aftermath of her emotions.
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breath hitches as his lips brush her earlobe, teeth grazing her skin. she feels a wave of heat rush through her, and her heart pounds in her chest.
she grins, teasing, but thereβs a softness in her voice now, more than before.
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her arms stay wrapped tightly around him, her hands trembling just slightly as she feels his chest hitch with emotion. she doesnβt need to say anything more. she can feel the weight of his relief and fear all at once.
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βiβm not going anywhere,β she whispers, her voice thick with her own emotion.
βnot this time.β
her hand slips to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair, grounding him to her presence.
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when she finally pulll back, lips slightly swollen, she smirks, a breathless laugh escaping her. βwell,β she says, voice low, playful, βi think your shirtβs beyond saving now.β
fingers trace the collar as her gaze lingers on his lips.
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