[ his heart is pounding out almost violently against his ribcage, the fluttering pulse in his wrist telling her everything she needs to know. frank kisses her for as long as he has the breath in his lungs to do so, trying to ignore the way his body wants to react when she wraps her legs around him anew. he feels her fingers in the ribbing of his shirt and wants to be rid of it already, the chill from earlier forgotten as heat pulls insistently up under his skin. and the way she whispers his name, nearly hallowed, has him pulling for oxygen all over again.
his hand shifts around to the back of her head, holding on when she leans against him so intimately. any residual awkwardness doesn't even register to him, but then she's asking that. the only question he wasn't truly prepared to answer. after all of this, he doesn't see how he can reject her, but he also can't do it. he can't share her bed, not when it's the most surefire way to discovering just how broken he is. frank kisses her again, short and sweet like goodbye though he doesn't pull away. his expression shifts to something a little sad, but still just as open. ] ...I can't. Sorry. [ it's short but more than sincere, wishing nothing more than to overturn the words. but he won't hurt her that way, not if he can help it. ]
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his hand shifts around to the back of her head, holding on when she leans against him so intimately. any residual awkwardness doesn't even register to him, but then she's asking that. the only question he wasn't truly prepared to answer. after all of this, he doesn't see how he can reject her, but he also can't do it. he can't share her bed, not when it's the most surefire way to discovering just how broken he is. frank kisses her again, short and sweet like goodbye though he doesn't pull away. his expression shifts to something a little sad, but still just as open. ] ...I can't. Sorry. [ it's short but more than sincere, wishing nothing more than to overturn the words. but he won't hurt her that way, not if he can help it. ]