[Worry flickers over his features at that. Potentially. That could mean so many things. But it's her question that makes him drop his gaze for a brief moment before it flickers back up to her face.]
You. I just -- want you. [He leans his forehead against hers. In the back of his mind, he knows there are other things to consider, but for the life of him he can't think of him, he can't remember what those things are.]
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You. I just -- want you. [He leans his forehead against hers. In the back of his mind, he knows there are other things to consider, but for the life of him he can't think of him, he can't remember what those things are.]