[ The moment is slowly slipping through their fingers and they're both desperately trying to hold onto it for as long as possible.
Murphy nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck, misses the smell of her. Her skin, her hair. The feeling of her headdress on his cheek. It's off her head now, but Murphy still aches for it. ]
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Murphy nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck, misses the smell of her. Her skin, her hair. The feeling of her headdress on his cheek. It's off her head now, but Murphy still aches for it. ]
You make me feel so good.