You're so cold
but you feel alive
It was wholly unfair, she decided. Why was he allowed such power over her? It seemed wrong that a pair of storm-cloud eyes and and a crooked smile could sweep her away where a lifetime of loss and bereavement had seen her standing up on her own two feet. It shouldn't be this hard to set boundaries and stick to them, had never been so before.
So why did that simple quiet question shake her resolve to this extent? It went beyond the simple warmth of his skin under her hand, or the light grasp around her middle that kept her from drifting further away. Straight to the beat if his heart, and her own pulse that tried to align with it.
Should she back away, now, before it was too late? Yes. Did she want to?
No.
Maea sighed. With it, some tension faded from her shoulders and her expression softened.
"If that's what you want... then. Okay."
Gods, what a pushover she was becoming.
So why did that simple quiet question shake her resolve to this extent? It went beyond the simple warmth of his skin under her hand, or the light grasp around her middle that kept her from drifting further away. Straight to the beat if his heart, and her own pulse that tried to align with it.
Should she back away, now, before it was too late? Yes. Did she want to?
No.
Maea sighed. With it, some tension faded from her shoulders and her expression softened.
"If that's what you want... then. Okay."
Gods, what a pushover she was becoming.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
