
sophisticated air enveloped lax posture, fingertips though
long
latches into the tip of a well detailed ceramic cup. chestnut tresses
framing modelesque cheeks perfectly as breath blew past heated drink.
‘ I’m listening. ’ velvety voice answered in a manner so calm, straightened
back leaning against antique seat && he listens with lids clamped shut.
her discomfort gave way as she stutters && he knew then how many
it took for her courage to be revealed ( she did him proud, he cheered in silence ),
a chuckle to reassure tensed lass slid past pale lips. ‘ —try me. relax. ’
though her query piqued his curiosity, worry still etched onto his features
so briefly, you can do it —- his mind says as hazel contacts finally meeting hers.