[She holds her breath, as if even that will press her closer, or threaten their balance and make them slip... Her head falls against the rock while she waits, trying not to pay attention to the press of his body against hers, or the way he hovers over her the way that he does, so tall and so warm... No, it's definitely the alcohol talking and making her head spin, not him...
Though hopefully he doesn't catch that little sigh that leaves her before they are both free, or the way she screws her eyes shut until she feels the wind at her back again.
But as soon as they are separated at long last—that felt like an eternity—she's a little scared to start moving again.]
Eustace... [There's an urgency in her voice, despite its airiness.] We're nearly there. Grab my hand.
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Though hopefully he doesn't catch that little sigh that leaves her before they are both free, or the way she screws her eyes shut until she feels the wind at her back again.
But as soon as they are separated at long last—that felt like an eternity—she's a little scared to start moving again.]
Eustace... [There's an urgency in her voice, despite its airiness.] We're nearly there. Grab my hand.
[Ignore the flush in her cheeks, please.]