Expressive didn't quite cover it. She kept clutching at his shoulder, careful not to leave a mark even though she wanted to. She wanted to put a mark on him that would bring back good memories. Of course, she couldn't leave any kind of mark on him because he wasn't hers. She ran her fingers through his hair, to keep herself honest.
She also told him, in clear words, just how good he felt.
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Date: 2013-10-12 11:56 pm (UTC)She also told him, in clear words, just how good he felt.