Phoebe
Her heart was beating so loud, she was certain he could hear it; and it only intensified as his hands lifted to her face. When had his thoughts changed? What - who - had changed his prerogative? He had been so adamant - so sure - that he wasn't good enough. There was too much between them, too many years, too little brain development, troubled pasts, murky futures - it hadn't been terribly long ago when he had turned her down again (though she hadn't been particularly direct he had still had caught the undertone). Changes like that seemed too large to occur so quickly. And yet...
It all suddenly melted away as his lips pressed against hers, the whirr in her mind halting at once. So soft, so gentle - almost nervously modest - she had forgotten that kisses could be so sweet, having become do accustomed to the fiery passion Jata approached everything with. Her hands made their way around his back as she leaned into him, rising up near his shoulders. She reciprocated his movements, suppressing the desire for the moment to draw closer, to deepen the kiss she had thought would never be, not wanting to press her luck and send him running again.
It all suddenly melted away as his lips pressed against hers, the whirr in her mind halting at once. So soft, so gentle - almost nervously modest - she had forgotten that kisses could be so sweet, having become do accustomed to the fiery passion Jata approached everything with. Her hands made their way around his back as she leaned into him, rising up near his shoulders. She reciprocated his movements, suppressing the desire for the moment to draw closer, to deepen the kiss she had thought would never be, not wanting to press her luck and send him running again.
I can see your sad story eyes,
So how do you have no words to say
So how do you have no words to say
