and so, her hand rose, palm cupping the crook of his neck while her fingers danced along cloth and skin before settling into a gentle grip. touch had always been her language where words failed to express what lingered beneath. it was harder now, when her tongue seemed .c.
α
α
heart thumps, hammering within his chest .. still the same old scott deep down. she knew it all too well, β the distance between us, no matter how far apart β€Έ
α
α