The soft brush of his lips on her shoulder that makes her heart go aflutter, his breath warm on her skin, that tickle traveling all the way into her chest where it makes a home of it. It's the pendant that rests against her collarbone. It's the way he looks at her when he says things like that. The way his voice sounds in her ear...
Take away all of that, and they are left with the raw passion that was last night and not the tender, genuine feelings that he has stirred here on this roof. The baser instincts that Benedikta knows how to navigate. That she has been trained to navigate...
It's so much easier then than it is now.]
They are...
[The words slip past her lips without her permission, a breathless sigh.]
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The soft brush of his lips on her shoulder that makes her heart go aflutter, his breath warm on her skin, that tickle traveling all the way into her chest where it makes a home of it. It's the pendant that rests against her collarbone. It's the way he looks at her when he says things like that. The way his voice sounds in her ear...
Take away all of that, and they are left with the raw passion that was last night and not the tender, genuine feelings that he has stirred here on this roof. The baser instincts that Benedikta knows how to navigate. That she has been trained to navigate...
It's so much easier then than it is now.]
They are...
[The words slip past her lips without her permission, a breathless sigh.]
And that is what makes it difficult... for me.