[ Every brush of fingers or lips ground Adelaide more in her skin; unwinds the tension in her shoulders until she is all but boneless with contentment. What she'd been bereft of in her youth she now had in spades;
Things she'd never thought to ask for or miss simply because she never thought them available. ]
Not even a little. [ Easy, at this angle, to turn and press their lips together. Softly. Sweetly. ] Thank you.
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Things she'd never thought to ask for or miss simply because she never thought them available. ]
Not even a little. [ Easy, at this angle, to turn and press their lips together. Softly. Sweetly. ] Thank you.
[ For this. For her. For everything. ]