we might be hurting, but I'm ready for the free fall
Although logic dictates that perhaps a bit more discussion might be in order, Soh was happy to leave it for later. To be honest, she wasn't concerned about the details - how often would they visit? As often as possible. Would Jude move to Stormbreak? Maybe, but if he didn't... well, there were two of them, and she had fewer ties to Stormbreak than he had to Torchline. Would they move in together? Well, eventually, right? But there didn't have to be a rush. As far as Soh was concerned, he could move in tomorrow or he could move in next year, and she'd be happy either way. They'd basically lived together part time for months now; how different could it be, really?
She knew there would be differences - as if Jude's kisses weren't enough proof of that - but they were differences that excited her more than they scared her. Everything always seemed less daunting with Jude by her side, and now that they were more intimately tied together than ever, she knew she could rely on him to be there with her and for her, whatever that meant at the time.
His kisses made her more giddy, if that were possible, and she giggled between each kiss. "We can," she murmured in return, and shivered with delight as he gently began to explore her neck and shoulder, tilting her head to expose more to his touch. Though she'd always been a modest person - rarely dressing to expose bare skin beyond her arms and collarbone - Jude had always made her feel comfortable and safe. And it was that safety that cocooned her now as something akin to desire pooled low in her stomach at his touch.
She knew there would be differences - as if Jude's kisses weren't enough proof of that - but they were differences that excited her more than they scared her. Everything always seemed less daunting with Jude by her side, and now that they were more intimately tied together than ever, she knew she could rely on him to be there with her and for her, whatever that meant at the time.
His kisses made her more giddy, if that were possible, and she giggled between each kiss. "We can," she murmured in return, and shivered with delight as he gently began to explore her neck and shoulder, tilting her head to expose more to his touch. Though she'd always been a modest person - rarely dressing to expose bare skin beyond her arms and collarbone - Jude had always made her feel comfortable and safe. And it was that safety that cocooned her now as something akin to desire pooled low in her stomach at his touch.
Sohalia
