[ How cold he feels is the last thing on his mind. His hand tightens on her waist as he looks down at her, taking in the wide amber eyes as they stare back. Then warm palms but cold finger tips press on either side of her jaw; what he does next might take her by surprise as it could mean so many things between them.
There's no hot press of lips slanting over lips in the desperation of seeking out something familiar. Instead Conner is lowering his head to rest his damp brow against hers, blue eyes piercing as they watch hers so up close. They have their own methods, or at least he does. ]
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There's no hot press of lips slanting over lips in the desperation of seeking out something familiar. Instead Conner is lowering his head to rest his damp brow against hers, blue eyes piercing as they watch hers so up close. They have their own methods, or at least he does. ]
I'll be fine...