He found that his mouth was suddenly dry, and from this close of a distance, he could catch every hint of color in the flecks of her irises, the splay of her lashes over skin, and it was enough at once that he simply wanted to brush any errant strands of hair away, hand moving to gently cover her shoulder. The touch was too lingering to be strictly platonic, but neither did he want to assume. Perhaps most of all, he just didn't want to change things for the worse. Inaction he could deal with, in theory.
But he was finding that the amount of self-control he had was quick to change, and even faster to slip away. Pressing his lips tightly together, he continued to run his palm down the side of her arm, eyes narrowing that minute amount.
"Mess might take a whole day, I'm afraid," he pointed out, eyes briefly dipping to where her hand rested on his chest.
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Date: 2012-02-03 01:47 am (UTC)But he was finding that the amount of self-control he had was quick to change, and even faster to slip away. Pressing his lips tightly together, he continued to run his palm down the side of her arm, eyes narrowing that minute amount.
"Mess might take a whole day, I'm afraid," he pointed out, eyes briefly dipping to where her hand rested on his chest.
He found that he didn't mind the weight.