[ the sound of the umbrella hitting the floor gets no reaction from him. he's frozen in place, his entire focus on her.
his breathing feels heavy and the laughter gets stuck in his throat the moment he feels the brush of the tips of her fingers on his forehead. it's a sweet gesture, innocent even, but he's studying her expression carefully, suddenly hopeful for a hint of more. even with the pink flush on her cheeks her skin glows against the dark background, making the mark on her neck stand out. he tries not to look at it.
a clock is ticking somewhere in the house and he's conscious of how time seems to have slowed down altogether. it's just his imagination, but this is like some sort of a magic spell he's under. he's dizzy and his chest feels tight and he can't draw his eyes away from her.
his lips part slightly as he draws in a breath, hoping it doesn't sound as shaky to her as it did to his own ears. then, almost by itself, his hand reaches to touch her dress below her waist as if he was curious to see whether the remaining fabric would dissolve when touched. it doesn't. without the umbrella the situation would have been different.
there's a question in his eyes even though he wants to hide it. ]
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his breathing feels heavy and the laughter gets stuck in his throat the moment he feels the brush of the tips of her fingers on his forehead. it's a sweet gesture, innocent even, but he's studying her expression carefully, suddenly hopeful for a hint of more. even with the pink flush on her cheeks her skin glows against the dark background, making the mark on her neck stand out. he tries not to look at it.
a clock is ticking somewhere in the house and he's conscious of how time seems to have slowed down altogether. it's just his imagination, but this is like some sort of a magic spell he's under. he's dizzy and his chest feels tight and he can't draw his eyes away from her.
his lips part slightly as he draws in a breath, hoping it doesn't sound as shaky to her as it did to his own ears. then, almost by itself, his hand reaches to touch her dress below her waist as if he was curious to see whether the remaining fabric would dissolve when touched. it doesn't. without the umbrella the situation would have been different.
there's a question in his eyes even though he wants to hide it. ]