the question brings her mind to a stuttering halt, the emergency brakes thrown on a speeding train of thought. caitlin looks at him, really looking at him for the first time in who knows how long. his lips are full, soft, yes, but unyielding as well. his mouth could and would take what he wanted, and she would thank him for it. the stubble on his jaw and cheeks had been a newer sensation for her then, rough against her cheek, her neck, prickly on the scars on her upper chest.
her eyes travel downward, taking in more of him. his arms. his hands. she knew he was an artist, something that she'd heard from elijah. she knew that hope had one of his paintings in her house. there's a finesse in those fingers, but she can remember just how firm his grip is. how she couldn't move her arms unless he wanted her to. her gaze slips lower, his waist and below, and she forces herself to look up, not quite meeting his eyes.
her answer is probably written on her face, her teeth worrying at her bottom lip while she took a small detour. ] I would. [ she takes a breath, lets it out. ] I would want to again, yes.
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the question brings her mind to a stuttering halt, the emergency brakes thrown on a speeding train of thought. caitlin looks at him, really looking at him for the first time in who knows how long. his lips are full, soft, yes, but unyielding as well. his mouth could and would take what he wanted, and she would thank him for it. the stubble on his jaw and cheeks had been a newer sensation for her then, rough against her cheek, her neck, prickly on the scars on her upper chest.
her eyes travel downward, taking in more of him. his arms. his hands. she knew he was an artist, something that she'd heard from elijah. she knew that hope had one of his paintings in her house. there's a finesse in those fingers, but she can remember just how firm his grip is. how she couldn't move her arms unless he wanted her to. her gaze slips lower, his waist and below, and she forces herself to look up, not quite meeting his eyes.
her answer is probably written on her face, her teeth worrying at her bottom lip while she took a small detour. ] I would. [ she takes a breath, lets it out. ] I would want to again, yes.