[ But nor does she stop, those open unforgiving promises that will only take, but give, something small and fragile back into his hands as she brushes her calloused fingers against his cheek. The curve of his nose, against the bow of his top lip. Enamoured, she remembers once, was to be full of - she thinks it apt now. ]
I did not say leave bed.
[ More innocent than what it sounds, at least to her mind. ]
no subject
I did not say leave bed.
[ More innocent than what it sounds, at least to her mind. ]
But I will do it whenever I can, until you know.