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Nerves rose within as she felt a hand against her shoulder. A hand, hardly gentle or hesitant ——— Robert. He did not speak, he hardly breathed, but she knew that he saw the tears, tears that would not be shed. She never knew what to say, not to him, at least.
somehow, she was turned & pressed against the unbearably cold wall. She was given no chance of resistance before his breath lingered by her mouth. close to his sweet mouth. Her fingers trailed down his cheek, a moment of weakness it seemed. For when he pressed his lips against her own, she did not recoil in dread or raise her voice. Instead, she allowed his body close, leaning into his kiss. he was gentle. ❝ Robert ------ ❞
Had she not been so flustered in her entirety, she might have argued that his actions were w r o n g. but she couldn't. ❝ —— You must have had quite enough wine this evening. ❞
