( suddenly she feels the chill, is utterly aware of her own figure as he crosses beside her into the heart of her apartment, taking the brief moment of slipping the lock into place to steel herself, to still the thundering skip of her heart. the fragrant memory of him, the familiar tickle of stubble as he presses a chaste kiss to her cheek. it's late, and the night seems to carry with it some assumptious narrative, telling her that maybe she could've waited til morning. but could they really face this, everything, in daylight? shouldn't it be easier, now, with the rest of the city hushed?
when she turns to him, she's wrapping arms around her own frameβas if this wasn't her place, like she can't quite relax with so much noise still sitting between them. she doesn't know how long she can keep up the pleasantries, a flutter at the crux of her jaw as their eyes meet again. infuriatingly, she feels the familiar pinch of ducts, a glaze over hues she blinks rapidly away. she gestures away his apology. )
I was up. ( a beat. busy. she needs to keep herself busy, quell the tremble of digits fisted into her shirt. as if remembering she could move, that this space was her own, she makes way to the kitchen, mumbling with her back turned as she does. )
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when she turns to him, she's wrapping arms around her own frameβas if this wasn't her place, like she can't quite relax with so much noise still sitting between them. she doesn't know how long she can keep up the pleasantries, a flutter at the crux of her jaw as their eyes meet again. infuriatingly, she feels the familiar pinch of ducts, a glaze over hues she blinks rapidly away. she gestures away his apology. )
I was up. ( a beat. busy. she needs to keep herself busy, quell the tremble of digits fisted into her shirt. as if remembering she could move, that this space was her own, she makes way to the kitchen, mumbling with her back turned as she does. )
Can I get you something? Tea? Beer?