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Mae Crawford ([personal profile] brobeforehos) wrote 2015-05-31 01:59 pm (UTC)

[Well, what a sinner he's chosen to confess his sins to. She shifts even closer, slow enough but with no intent to arouse; rather, like approaching a wild animal, slowly so as to not scare it away. Josh is the baby deer in this scenario.

Her palms lie on his chest this time, her fingers playing with the string of his hoodie. She holds his gaze, quiet, then looks down briefly.]


You don't have to have it all figured out. [She looks up at him from under her lashes, this time unintentionally coy.] It's fine if you don't. I --

[Breathe, breathe.] It's pretty much mutual. The feeling. [Breathe!] Of not knowing.

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