[ The lightness of her touch gives him a shiver and he closes his eyes for the briefest of moments, a heavy breath of air released from his lungs. He knows he shouldn't when he lets his fingers fall over the back of her hand, knows that his body, his mind, all of him is exhausted and simply longing for something, something to fall into.
For all her harsh lines, there's something soft and inviting about Jessica's presence. As if he could actually believe things will be alright — somehow.
Leaning in, his lips find hers, nothing like the desperate ones exchanged in their beds, but something soft and quiet, brief before he draws himself back. ]
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For all her harsh lines, there's something soft and inviting about Jessica's presence. As if he could actually believe things will be alright — somehow.
Leaning in, his lips find hers, nothing like the desperate ones exchanged in their beds, but something soft and quiet, brief before he draws himself back. ]