Cassian Andor (
candor1
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2019-08-21 04:01 am (UTC)
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(He could. He had. But he wasn't.)
His fingers curled around hers, back. Their pressure light, tentative, but enough to forestall letting go. He shifted the angle of their clasped hands, matching her as she stood, to keep them joined as he led the way into the bedroom.
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His fingers curled around hers, back. Their pressure light, tentative, but enough to forestall letting go. He shifted the angle of their clasped hands, matching her as she stood, to keep them joined as he led the way into the bedroom.