I know that Most feelings are fleeting, but I could make a home from this one
Nate’s brows all but disappear into his hair, a laugh quick to grace his lips. “Alright! I’ll keep it in mind, just for you Sundrop.”
As Kamaria squares up and prepares herself for the game there is the barest flicker of something across Nate’s face, something that settles in the pinch between his brows, the unguarded softness in his eyes. And when her hands settle against his, a barely there huff of laughter leaves him, his fingers twitching with the urge to close his hands and swallow Kamaria’s up.
Instead, Nate stumbles back, genuinely surprised when he’s pushed against, his balance already made deliberately tenuous by his squat. Kamaria shoves him back a few inches before he manages to steady himself. “Fuck, I might be!” He replies on reflex, recognizing the curse only after its ringing in his ears. Immediately he pushes back against her, trying to distract from it and regain an inch or two, grunting with faux strain all the while.
As Kamaria squares up and prepares herself for the game there is the barest flicker of something across Nate’s face, something that settles in the pinch between his brows, the unguarded softness in his eyes. And when her hands settle against his, a barely there huff of laughter leaves him, his fingers twitching with the urge to close his hands and swallow Kamaria’s up.
Instead, Nate stumbles back, genuinely surprised when he’s pushed against, his balance already made deliberately tenuous by his squat. Kamaria shoves him back a few inches before he manages to steady himself. “Fuck, I might be!” He replies on reflex, recognizing the curse only after its ringing in his ears. Immediately he pushes back against her, trying to distract from it and regain an inch or two, grunting with faux strain all the while.
NATE
