Whatever compulsion he has to resist touching her, she doesn't share it. Her hand alights on top of his, ceasing that awful crinkling.
The glass is set aside, and she looks down at his hand in hers, trying to find the strength to put herself out there into the path of his fury again.
Words just aren't going to cut it with him. He is, and always has been, a man of action.
She swallows and takes a deep breath. 'You told me once. To take a leap of faith.' So take it, Alex. That second chance you'd give anything for, it's right here, standing in front of you.
It feels like falling, closing the distance between them. Her hands stroke the front of his jacket, like they did in the street when they said goodbye. Up to his face, dark eyes searching.
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The glass is set aside, and she looks down at his hand in hers, trying to find the strength to put herself out there into the path of his fury again.
Words just aren't going to cut it with him. He is, and always has been, a man of action.
She swallows and takes a deep breath. 'You told me once. To take a leap of faith.' So take it, Alex. That second chance you'd give anything for, it's right here, standing in front of you.
It feels like falling, closing the distance between them. Her hands stroke the front of his jacket, like they did in the street when they said goodbye. Up to his face, dark eyes searching.