Her senses are heightened, she could feel every graze, every touch, it scares her but she doesn’t make notice to it. She likes it though, more than she’d like to admit. Safe, secure, there with him. She could stay there for a while, she knows it but would she? She doesn’t know. This is all new to her, fresh.
“Yeah, I can hang here,” she mutters softly, but there is a fluidity about it, confidence unlike his.
“Cool.” And it is a grin this time, fleeting, but still there. His hands release, falling to his sides, and he leans forward to peck her on the cheek with a childlike eagerness. He’s on the couch, his weight sinking into the cushions, seconds after he’s detached himself from her.
“Beat you,” he chuckles softly, before quickly and harshly biting down on his bottom lip. Bad, bad choice of words.
