the breath emma takes is slow, an attempt to steady herself as she stares into his eyes. she has that intensity, that fire and determination that almost impossible to tamp down, but for the moment, there's something quieter to it. a nervousness she doesn't often let slip.
her fingers move higher, from his chest and to the side of his neck, her thumb brushing lightly, oh so lightly, against the curve of his jaw. ]
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the breath emma takes is slow, an attempt to steady herself as she stares into his eyes. she has that intensity, that fire and determination that almost impossible to tamp down, but for the moment, there's something quieter to it. a nervousness she doesn't often let slip.
her fingers move higher, from his chest and to the side of his neck, her thumb brushing lightly, oh so lightly, against the curve of his jaw. ]
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