[ it feels like she's being called out on her bluff, and she swallows her saliva (and denial) hard. there's a part of her that wishes he would have called it off, agree that she should be on her way. instead his response all but confirms that as far as his feelings go they're, yet again, in the same boat.
she takes note of the blood but unsurprisingly it doesn't bother her as her hand comes to rest on the side of his cheek, thumb moving to brush away the excess at the injury. ]
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she takes note of the blood but unsurprisingly it doesn't bother her as her hand comes to rest on the side of his cheek, thumb moving to brush away the excess at the injury. ]
And if I stay? What then?