[ Her Miles. Her eyes soften briefly. What a cruel life given to him, to doubt so much. A want to kiss him but nor does she untangle her fingers from his. Opts instead to press her nose to his hair, gesture him up so she can. Soft, light, comforting.
Promised, simple as that. ]
I would make love to you as many times you've ever been told that to erase that thought.
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Promised, simple as that. ]
I would make love to you as many times you've ever been told that to erase that thought.