With every broken bone, I swear I lived
It was awkward, at first. Awareness of every inch of her body that connected with his screamed through her nerves, and the contained strength of the arms that cradled her, and the scent of him; assaulting her senses all at once while she sat stiff and trembling. Fighting every instinct to bolt, maintain distance.
The relaxation came slowly, with deliberate breaths that shuddered out into the crook of Harper's neck. She hid herself away there, eyes shut against the too bright sunlight that showed her weakness all to plainly. There was no hiding anything when she was this close. Not the painful slamming of her heart, or the vice like grip on the back of his shirt, or how much she struggled to contain herself, to unravel herself, wildly swaying between the desire to keep hiding and the need to change.
Maea swallowed thickly. Her voice was a hoarse whisper, only audible because of how close she was. "I think... the problem is, I want too much. And... I don't know what you want. And I'm scared... to find out."
The relaxation came slowly, with deliberate breaths that shuddered out into the crook of Harper's neck. She hid herself away there, eyes shut against the too bright sunlight that showed her weakness all to plainly. There was no hiding anything when she was this close. Not the painful slamming of her heart, or the vice like grip on the back of his shirt, or how much she struggled to contain herself, to unravel herself, wildly swaying between the desire to keep hiding and the need to change.
Maea swallowed thickly. Her voice was a hoarse whisper, only audible because of how close she was. "I think... the problem is, I want too much. And... I don't know what you want. And I'm scared... to find out."
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