intangible.
a little something thatâs been milling about in my mind for a while now. hope ya like it :). x
âTell me,â Harry says, his voice velvet smooth against her skin.
âNo. Itâs silly.â
âTell me anyways.â
Her grip on the phone tightens, pressing it closer to her face and the heat from the device causes her cheeks to flush. Her eyes are shut, and she wants to clench them, but itâs easier to picture him if her lids remain soft. Itâs all easier when she makes herself remain soft.
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