…if he'd yielded to the temptation to kiss her hair, rather than brush it back, their lips might have met just then.
No. There were lines he had to maintain, not cross. …Not, at least, by accident. Or at all…? Could he avoid… no… resist, for how long…?
She might be able to feel the speeding of his heartbeat at the kiss. But his only deliberate reaction was another smile, and a gentle extrication of himself from between her and the sofa, assisting her rising, too.
In the bedroom, he grabbed his sleepwear from its drawer, as he always did, to take with him into the 'fresher and change in there.
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Date: 2019-06-25 06:00 am (UTC)No. There were lines he had to maintain, not cross. …Not, at least, by accident. Or at all…? Could he avoid… no… resist, for how long…?
She might be able to feel the speeding of his heartbeat at the kiss. But his only deliberate reaction was another smile, and a gentle extrication of himself from between her and the sofa, assisting her rising, too.
In the bedroom, he grabbed his sleepwear from its drawer, as he always did, to take with him into the 'fresher and change in there.