🍻 + “ do you regret letting me close ?”
"No." The word left his lips without hesitation. The closeness he shared with her meant everything to him and the last few months he had almost become dependent on that intimacy, even if it was innocent in nature. "Walking you home that night is one of the best decisions I've made in my life and going back the next night to walk you home again was an even better one..." The words were a little laboured due to the alcohol but for once he was thinking clearly when it came to her, the usual anxiety and shyness gone. Blue eyes were locked on dark brown and his long fingers played with the soft skin of her hand - a habit of his when he was near her, a constant pull to be close to her. "I don't know if I'd like it --" he paused and sighed. "You know, like how we are? ... If I lost that, I'd hate it." The last admission came out in a stutter, this time not because of the alcohol but because he hated showing vulnerability. Caoimhín trusted her, though and he hoped she believed him and didn't think it was the beer talking. He truly meant every word.
