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How long they had been standing there, arms tangled around one another, her cheek to his chest, his lips to her hair, Adam hadn’t a clue. After spending a good six weeks in Europe, he wasn’t about to start counting the minutes now. Content to stand there and hold her, the smell of her shampoo invading his nose, he might have tightened his embrace just a little more. This concept was almost foreign to him. He had left behind girlfriends before without much thought, but something about this particular woman had captivated him. From the first moment they had met on the street, when she had rescued a spider from his back. That alone had made her an anomaly within the female species in his book.
“I should have taken you with me.” He murmured into her hair, a slight tinge of amusement in his voice. Laughing internally at himself for the way he held to her like she might escape or disappear into a wisp of smoke. Sometimes he wasn’t sure if she was real, some sort of ethereal creature that danced through his head and filled it with fantastic dreams. “Have you ever been to Europe? I feel like you would have really loved everything we saw, everywhere we went.”
A tiny part of her might have felt nervous as anything over how pathetic she felt, wanting to hide in the arms of a man that she hadn’t - in all honesty - known for very long at all. A few months of exchanging text messages and phonecalls, a few meetings and maybe a ‘date’ or two thrown in amongst the mix. But he’d been gone so long now, and she couldn’t exactly tell her body to stop that tiny little ache of missing him that had settled into her heart over the past month. The same ache that had sent tingling to her fingertips, and her lips, thinking about him. The same that had given her cold shivers when she’d thought about the absence of his hugs. So right now? She’d stay right here, as long as Adam would let her.
The first thing to escape her, at the sound of his voice, as a small whimper. A thankful little sound that ached underneath the beauty that was his voice. She loved it. Often, she’d get completely caught up simply in his syllables, completely losing what he had to say. “No... No, I’ve never been.” Her voice soft, wide eyes took a few seconds to blink away the daze that simply being surrounded by him had put her under, chin then tilting up enough to be looking at the underside of his jaw. “Why would I have loved it?”
