Even though she closes her eyes once or twice, sleep isn't really more than a castabout question. A gentle sigh out of her nose, that can't help finishing with opening her eyes to see that he's still there. Making her heart skip too quickly for the fact she's doing nothing more than laying here, and he's doing nothing more than making pancakes in a kitchen, and still her heart feels like it just expands.
There've been too many times she had to close her eyes. The Barn was far too long. The last week was too long. Every minute trying to push Nathan away was too long.
It was too long, too long, too long, and the space between even the bed and the kitchen is too long. Which puts her reaching for her tank and underwear. Pulling them on with a fast fluid ease, and sliding off the side of the bed Nathan had. Walking toward him on silent feet, and considering his back with a sudden mischevious necessity. It was impossible to resist. It was. That she could touch him. That he felt every single touch.
How was she supposed to do anything but relish it? How was she supposed to do anything but that?
She considered it for a second at most. Almost running a finger down his spine. Almost just leaning up to kiss the space between his shoulder blades. But Audrey waited until she was right behind him before sliding her fingers and then her hands across his sides and stomach, before joining them together around his waist before he could do anything to stop her.
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There've been too many times she had to close her eyes. The Barn was far too long.
The last week was too long. Every minute trying to push Nathan away was too long.
It was too long, too long, too long, and the space between even the bed and the kitchen is too long. Which puts her reaching for her tank and underwear. Pulling them on with a fast fluid ease, and sliding off the side of the bed Nathan had. Walking toward him on silent feet, and considering his back with a sudden mischevious necessity. It was impossible to resist. It was. That she could touch him. That he felt every single touch.
How was she supposed to do anything but relish it? How was she supposed to do anything but that?
She considered it for a second at most. Almost running a finger down his spine. Almost just leaning up to kiss the space between his shoulder blades. But Audrey waited until she was right behind him before sliding her fingers and then her hands across his sides and stomach, before joining them together around his waist before he could do anything to stop her.