#falsee

To feel her arm against his, to feel her softness under his hand. He pulls her close to him, proud of himself after their disaster of a handshake and his heart soars because she was grinning too, laughing as they left the room and smacking his hand as quietly as possible, still grinning. He can't even think properly as he finally let's her go, letting his touch drag and eyes linger before returning to his station and he knows, he just knows, he'll be asked questions he won't want to answer later, but doesn't even care, because he loves her.

he can feel the softness of her shoulders and skin under his hands, feeling the polyester and cotton of her shirt, the smell of the soft scent of her perfume and see the gentle curve and dip of her face and the way her lashes fluttered and the way her lips looked so pretty and pink, all in real life, all for him to see with no worry of time because he gets to see her like this for 48 hours now, he has all the time in the world to just admire her