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This time there were no suggestions of silly side to side rubbing.
They knew what to do.
Though she did feel a little different.
They were in a different kitchen.
And they were... different people.
And yes, she felt different.
They knew what to do.
Though she did feel a little different.
They were in a different kitchen.
And they were... different people.
And yes, she felt different.
That grin was the same, though.
That grin made her feel at home.
She could feel herself smiling, and she had to fight to hold it back, because she was supposed to smile after the forehead kiss, not before.
That grin made her feel at home.
She could feel herself smiling, and she had to fight to hold it back, because she was supposed to smile after the forehead kiss, not before.
He bumped his head against hers, she smelled the mint in his breath, she saw the hazel of his eyes up close, and she managed to do her nodding smile before she did anything embarrassing.
"CUT!"
The director's bark startled them both.
They stepped away from each other.
And she... stepped out of her slippers too.
She looked down and almost couldn't believe those ridiculous things belonged to her.
The director's bark startled them both.
They stepped away from each other.
And she... stepped out of her slippers too.
She looked down and almost couldn't believe those ridiculous things belonged to her.
His laugh triggered hers and they were giggling like they usually did. Like idiots.
So nothing really was different.
Except now it felt so natural to use his arms for balance as she stepped back inside her Crocs.
So nothing really was different.
Except now it felt so natural to use his arms for balance as she stepped back inside her Crocs.
Stepped within the circle of his arms, too.
She felt him move his arms closer to frame her, but he kept them open, because they were out in the open.
She felt him move his arms closer to frame her, but he kept them open, because they were out in the open.
