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she doesn't.
his eyes are upon her and she feels it, the warm press of amber upon her spine and her shoulders. she'd never thought of herself as desirable, never like this; never quite understood the pull of hearts and bodies to one another. not until now.
when she sits up, the top of her head just barely reaches the height of his jaw. she can feel her pulse fluttering yet again. would it make it better or worse if i told you she was religious?
and that in accordance with said beliefs, she was teetering on the edge of sin, and yet finds that she does not care anymore. god is not here, not now, and it shows in the way the clouds pass over the sun for a flicker in time.
but she does not move in yet. still, she is apprehensive, and yet the coy, velvety smile does not fade. you think your family from the rise would be happy if you brought a girl like me home?