[Somehow, even with the stone there, his touch raises trails of goosebumps over her skin. She pays close attention to where his fingers wander, her eyes closing as she tries to memorize their path. Her stomach knots when she feels them travel closer to her neck and the tops of her shoulders, tries to interpret just how small the stone really is. They are mere freckles, but they feel so much bigger in the moment... like they have overtaken the entire span of her back.
With a steadying breath and a long stretch of heavy silence, she asks the question that has been weighing on her mind since she wrapped that towel around herself. Or perhaps long before that, as she fell asleep in his arms earlier.]
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With a steadying breath and a long stretch of heavy silence, she asks the question that has been weighing on her mind since she wrapped that towel around herself. Or perhaps long before that, as she fell asleep in his arms earlier.]
Do you think I will ever find my wings?