[Her sleeve brushes against the back of his hand as she moves past, feather-light and barely felt and still it draws his gaze. Dark eyes slipping down, away from her face to track the movement.
He wants time to stop.
Wants for her to turn back.
Wishing for the warmth to flood back in to her voice, and in to the way her eyes used to soften when she looked at him across the warm sands. And then tighten in a challenge.
Sweet as honey, it slushes through his veins, this wretched want and it should be gone now. All logic dictates that it should be, and yet...
He watches her walk away, the sharp line of her spine through her shirt. The slope of her shoulders. The soft sounds of her shoes against the gravely path.]
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He wants time to stop.
Wants for her to turn back.
Wishing for the warmth to flood back in to her voice, and in to the way her eyes used to soften when she looked at him across the warm sands. And then tighten in a challenge.
Sweet as honey, it slushes through his veins, this wretched want and it should be gone now. All logic dictates that it should be, and yet...
He watches her walk away, the sharp line of her spine through her shirt. The slope of her shoulders. The soft sounds of her shoes against the gravely path.]