Firefly Glen this love it is a distant star

The brush of his fingers against her skin sent a ripple of warmth through her, and she instinctively stiffened, allowing him to press that much closer. She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the rush of heat flooding her face, the way her heart seemed to race without her permission.

She had no answer at first, no way to explain the way he seemed to pull her under with each word, with each touch. "I don't know," she breathes, daring an awkward laugh, "it doesn't happen often."

"Lonely?" she echoed, her voice small and uncertain, barely more than a breath between them. She didn’t want to admit it, but in the quiet of his presence, she felt the truth seep from her before she could stop it. "I suppose... sometimes."