[There's nothing enjoyable or romantic about the dizziness he's experiencing now, the sapping of energy, the labored, wheezing breaths he's gulping down. He leans on her a little, leans his jaw into the tenderness of her caressing hand, knows kissing her was foolish and desperate and god, he's a fucking idiot because he'd do it again and again and again.]
Fine. [He chokes the answer out, lifts his blue eyes to meet hers, so wide and green and concerned. It makes him straighten, set his jaw to ease her worry.]
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Fine. [He chokes the answer out, lifts his blue eyes to meet hers, so wide and green and concerned. It makes him straighten, set his jaw to ease her worry.]