Her gaze slips away in embarrassment once again until she forces it back, forces herself to look at what was happening, her scarred, calloused hands against the different tint of his skin and hair that fascinated her.]
This is-
[She hadn't intended to ask, but now finds that she must, because this wasn't just only about what she craved, in her loneliness. If it was not him, she could not have mustered the courage to come here, like this.]
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Her gaze slips away in embarrassment once again until she forces it back, forces herself to look at what was happening, her scarred, calloused hands against the different tint of his skin and hair that fascinated her.]
This is-
[She hadn't intended to ask, but now finds that she must, because this wasn't just only about what she craved, in her loneliness. If it was not him, she could not have mustered the courage to come here, like this.]
... not an imposition?