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INTIMACY // accepting
♟: Patching up a wound
“Max–” Rachel laughed, if only to avoid crying out. She’s managed to skin a patch of her arm nearly down to the bone after toppling from her skateboard. Gritting her teeth until she was sure she wouldn’t scream, Rachel finally attempted to speak again, hating that her breathing came shallow and forced.
“You’re way tougher than I thought. Victoria would for sure pass out seeing all this blood.”












