[ her fingers don't uncurl from his shirt until she's ready to settle back onto her feet again, and that doesn't happen until she's in desperate need of a breath. her exhale doubles as a sigh, a stupid, happy sigh, punctuated with a smile. yeah. that was a good one. her fingers slip away from him after that, though she walks backwards into her room, like she's not ready to let him out of her sight even for the second it would take for her to get over to her bed ]
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