10) our muses are talking and sender wordlessly reaches over to fix receiver’s hair without breaking concentration. for cami / @r0undtree !
SHE KNOWS IT'S WRONG, WHAT SHE'S FELT FOR HIM LATELY. she can't quite place a name on it, can't quite figure out why her heart beats a little faster when he walks in the room lately. it's a calm sort of rush - it feels safe and comfortable to be around him. she's always loved him, known she needed him by her side, she'd just never noticed it could lead to this. she keeps her eyes trained on his as he fixes her hair. a small smile filling her lips.
SHE TRIES HER BEST NOT TO LEAN FORWARD. brown eyes remain trained on him, and it makes it harder not to give in. his face is so sincere, the look in his eyes so loving. she misses feeling that seen. she can't help herself, can't stop her body from overriding her mind.
SHE MOVES TOWARDS HIM, HER LIPS MEETING HIS. she stays there, kissing him, for a second, before she breaks away. she's surprised at how right it feels to kiss him. ❝ i'm sorry - ❞ she says, quizzing his features for some sort of reaction, a queue to let her know what he was thinking. ❝ should i have done that? ❞ she asks.















