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#anyway the yearning is strong dont judge me
kinda-gay-ish · 4 years
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“Sometimes,” she tells you, “you just know.”
“What?” You ask.
“When you love someone,” she says, smiling into the top of your head.
“Oh,” is you all you say. Because what else is there to say to that? You feel her fingers untangle a knot in your hair, tugging gently. Her hand drops to your back, where it comes to rest on your shoulder blade. You can hear her heartbeat beneath your ear. It grounds you.
You let out a yawn that you try and fail to stifle. She giggles at that, and your head bounces a little as her chest rises and falls. The room is quiet once more, save for the rattling of the ancient heater. You cannot see her face, but you know by now the way the dappled light from the streetlamp falls across her features.
The movement of her hand wakes you from a doze. It traces circles on your back, and you shiver.
“Cold?” She hums.
You shake your head, nuzzling further into her. She does not stop you. She presses her lips against the part of your hair again. The tension melts away.
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