That's the plan. ( simple but earnest. there's not much he can do for her now, not when she'd already done the hardest thing, but he if he can soothe that ache even a little then he will. of course he will — how can he not?
they half walk, half stumble to the bed. gilia falling back into the pile of blankets and he follows soon after, covering her body with his own. )
No more thinking of him. ( his mouth brushes over the jut of her clavicle, the soft line of her jaw. ) Only me, only this.
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they half walk, half stumble to the bed. gilia falling back into the pile of blankets and he follows soon after, covering her body with his own. )
No more thinking of him. ( his mouth brushes over the jut of her clavicle, the soft line of her jaw. ) Only me, only this.