Regina held his gaze a few seconds before she couldn't, lowered her head to his chest and turned her face to the side. In the moonlight, she watched her fingertips trace the vein over his bicep and his forearm. There was nothing to say, nothing she could or knew how to say, and if she tried, it would only come out wrong. As long as he was willing to have her close, she didn't want to risk it.
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Date: 2017-05-14 05:21 am (UTC)