[ She's instantly called back to the number of times she's gazed over him in a bed close to this one, studying his features, knowing that by the time she closes her eyes and then reopens them one or both of them will have gone. In the past, she's made it a point to be the one who leaves — because, as she never fails to remind him, he was always the one who did so first.
But neither of them is moving now, not even so much to get up and discard their wrinkled clothes, and when he reaches for her she stills, not wanting to disrupt the moment or even necessarily alert him to how he's touching her with the concern that it might make him stop. ]
... can you? [ Now, she means; is it possible for him to lie here with her and forget everything beyond these walls, even if for the slightest second? Deeper still, she wonders: is she enough to help him in the forgetting? ]
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But neither of them is moving now, not even so much to get up and discard their wrinkled clothes, and when he reaches for her she stills, not wanting to disrupt the moment or even necessarily alert him to how he's touching her with the concern that it might make him stop. ]
... can you? [ Now, she means; is it possible for him to lie here with her and forget everything beyond these walls, even if for the slightest second? Deeper still, she wonders: is she enough to help him in the forgetting? ]