[It's definitely not nothing, and with her eyes closed she won't see the pained expression that flickers over his features, doubt bubbling. Did he push too hard again? Did he get too carried away?
...
What is she thinking?]
Benedikta.
[Her name falls from his lips with a sigh as he gently brushes his thumb over her cheek.]
no subject
...
What is she thinking?]
Benedikta.
[Her name falls from his lips with a sigh as he gently brushes his thumb over her cheek.]
Talk to me.