[He can feel her heart beating in her chest even through the layers of fabric and coats between them, which is a testament to his effect on her and only encourages him. That sound she makes doesn't do anything to dissuade him either, it only makes him all the more eager, as if it were a confirmation of what he believes is happening, that she wants him in the same way that he wants her, wants the closeness that he craves but barely knows or understands.
So when she turns her head, he doesn't quite realize that she wants to stop for a moment, to clear her head and actually say something. He listens to her voice ringing in his ears, feels her breath against his cheek, the squeeze of her fingers in his, and he responds by grazing his lips against her jaw.
His name takes on a whole different meaning in this cadence, and as the actual meaning of her words shoves its way through his brain hazed with emotion, he draws back just enough to actually look her in the eyes, though his hand remains against hers. His brows are knit slightly in confused, though it might be hard to tell from this close.]
She's gone, Kate. She got what she really wanted and it didn't have anything to do with me.
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So when she turns her head, he doesn't quite realize that she wants to stop for a moment, to clear her head and actually say something. He listens to her voice ringing in his ears, feels her breath against his cheek, the squeeze of her fingers in his, and he responds by grazing his lips against her jaw.
His name takes on a whole different meaning in this cadence, and as the actual meaning of her words shoves its way through his brain hazed with emotion, he draws back just enough to actually look her in the eyes, though his hand remains against hers. His brows are knit slightly in confused, though it might be hard to tell from this close.]
She's gone, Kate. She got what she really wanted and it didn't have anything to do with me.