[She gives her head a little shake—not enough to shove his hands away, but enough that it will hide that little quirk of her lips that shows that whatever he's doing is working, or that furrow of her brow to show that it's not. In truth, there's that violent flutter in her chest again, that warm buzz that seems to dig its way deep into her as if he'd just struck her with his levin.
Warm enough that her cheeks flush even more, but there's a sadness and emptiness in her eyes that reflects some of his.]
... Then I will need more reasons to.
[It's not as if she had many reasons to do so for a long, long time, she realizes.]
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Warm enough that her cheeks flush even more, but there's a sadness and emptiness in her eyes that reflects some of his.]
... Then I will need more reasons to.
[It's not as if she had many reasons to do so for a long, long time, she realizes.]