[ It astounds her when he doesn't shrug her off, when instead she feels his fingers brush over hers. She exhales softly, relief washing over her like a flood. Those ridiculous fears of rejection melting away into nothing. She closes her eyes, making no effort to move away, a thumb brushing faintly over clothing. A reminder, a confirmation that she won't be going anywhere anytime soon. He can take all the time he needs. ]
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