[ she can hear his swallow and his heartbeat pick up in rhythm, which is good, because at least it matches hers now. she stays still and tries to relax, uncertain if the moment he pulls her underwear off if he'll regret this.
but his touch elicits a soft moan from her. his hands have always felt so good—back in 1864, when he'd touched her in the most platonic and innocent ways as they worked to get to this place, and right now.
clasping her hands together, she tilts her head down as she tries to quieten her racing heart. ]
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but his touch elicits a soft moan from her. his hands have always felt so good—back in 1864, when he'd touched her in the most platonic and innocent ways as they worked to get to this place, and right now.
clasping her hands together, she tilts her head down as she tries to quieten her racing heart. ]
Is this too much?