[ the words provoke a quirk in her brow. hesitantly, her hand cups his chin fully - palm beneath his jaw and fingers at his opposing cheek - to bring his face further into the cloth. she tips her own forward, observing the damage done. ]
Old habits.
[ she muses, always aware of his gaze. or something of the sort.
she could have just as easily kept the door ( and its many locks ) shut. his face through the keyhole was all the incentive she needed. and yet — ]
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Old habits.
[ she muses, always aware of his gaze. or something of the sort.
she could have just as easily kept the door ( and its many locks ) shut. his face through the keyhole was all the incentive she needed. and yet — ]