[ She knows this is surely beyond the sort of thing he's used to doing, but that he's trying so hard, for her, even though she'd never ask...
The corners of her vision go fuzzy, and her hands grasp for anything they can hold—the blankets, his hand, his hair. It's delicate touch, but every inch of her tingles, alive, warm— ]
Re: Day 18X nebulously after mistletoe
[ She knows this is surely beyond the sort of thing he's used to doing, but that he's trying so hard, for her, even though she'd never ask...
The corners of her vision go fuzzy, and her hands grasp for anything they can hold—the blankets, his hand, his hair. It's delicate touch, but every inch of her tingles, alive, warm— ]
Th...that's, ah, please...