He wants to hear her say it, whatever it is. Even if it's something he doesn't want to hear. He's tired of having to guess and his blue eyes are searching her face, travelling over her lips, hoping for some bloody answers. She's close and caressing his hands; he knows the sensible thing would be to step back. He knows that she'll stand there and say things and then go inside, leaving him wanting; problem is, it feels nice right here in this moment and he doesn't want to let it go yet.
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He wants to hear her say it, whatever it is. Even if it's something he doesn't want to hear. He's tired of having to guess and his blue eyes are searching her face, travelling over her lips, hoping for some bloody answers. She's close and caressing his hands; he knows the sensible thing would be to step back. He knows that she'll stand there and say things and then go inside, leaving him wanting; problem is, it feels nice right here in this moment and he doesn't want to let it go yet.