[ there's a little flutter in her chest when his fingers find hers and distantly she can't help but wonder when that will go away, when she'll stop being thrilled by every little affectionate touch - if she will ever stop. she can't imagine any circumstance where his touch would not make her smile, no matter how used to it she becomes, no matter how long she knows him.
exhaling in a soft, satisfied sigh, alisaie squeezes his fingers and shuts her eyes. ]
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exhaling in a soft, satisfied sigh, alisaie squeezes his fingers and shuts her eyes. ]
Sweet dreams.