[ She pushes up from her side, a little less coordinated than she’d prefer to be, underestimating the respective proximity of her own body and bumping her thigh into the table — even if the pain makes her wince, it’s a momentary respite from the fire licking at her skin, making her curl her fingers into fists as she leaves the drink behind and comes around to stand closer to where he’s upright now. ]
Where?
[ She doesn’t move to touch him — even the slightest brush of his fingers against hers could threaten to dissolve her before she’s ready, make her lose her grip on whatever shreds of control she has left, and she’s trying to preserve her dignity at least until they’re in a place with a greater sense of privacy. ]
no subject
Where?
[ She doesn’t move to touch him — even the slightest brush of his fingers against hers could threaten to dissolve her before she’s ready, make her lose her grip on whatever shreds of control she has left, and she’s trying to preserve her dignity at least until they’re in a place with a greater sense of privacy. ]