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.

— @reginae-noctis​