Her tone was still riddled with guilt, but she didn't realize she'd given more hope than disappointment, at least from a long-term perspective. She'd basically said she would—only not right now. That was better than being slapped, pushed away, and abandoned by her in the little garden, which he supposed was what he should have expected after pouncing on her like that. Still, even that hope wasn't enough to make him let go of her without complaint.
He wondered how all the events leading up to this had led to them, standing in the middle of the fog, sharing gentle touches and tender kisses. This wasn't them—at least not the them he was used to—but it didn't feel wrong.
He savored her final touches, knowing that if he tried to pres her further, even with the most innocent intentions, they might find themselves struggling to part ways. He still had yet to figure out what this feeling was, but in the moment he knew he was emotionally attached to Miss Lynch—which is exactly what he'd hoped to avoid.
Dammit.
"Stay safe," he mumbled as she pulled away from their hug, unsure of what else there was to say.
He wondered how all the events leading up to this had led to them, standing in the middle of the fog, sharing gentle touches and tender kisses. This wasn't them—at least not the them he was used to—but it didn't feel wrong.
He savored her final touches, knowing that if he tried to pres her further, even with the most innocent intentions, they might find themselves struggling to part ways. He still had yet to figure out what this feeling was, but in the moment he knew he was emotionally attached to Miss Lynch—which is exactly what he'd hoped to avoid.
Dammit.
"Stay safe," he mumbled as she pulled away from their hug, unsure of what else there was to say.
— set by MJ! —