displays of affection: 6, from henry.
he’s always so gentle with her. there’s something behind his touch ; not hesitance, per say, but rather a thoughtfulness that makes his movements slow. reem’s heart skips a beat when, rather than touch her cheek or nose as he usually playfully does, his fingers hover under her chin. forehead comes to press against hers.
he smells like the pines outside, like the dirt they slept on, the mist that covered them like a blanket. her eyes close as fingers softly, briefly, caress, touch just light enough to lift her chin. she finds herself leaning in closer, breath soft &. hitched. god, it’s been long since someone touched her this way.
this is more than friendship, she knows. a line has been crossed, but she’s beyond giving a damn. she needs this. they both do, in a world this cold, a world this hopeless.
❝. henry, ❞. she sighs. eyes open, only to find that he’s studying her the same way she is studying him. her mouth goes dry. ❝. i... ❞ she stops. words will only ruin the moment. a deep breath, and she closes the distance, lips soft and sweet against his.