[ He answers again like it's so easy to give all of himself to her. He looks at her like he's desperate, but it is not predatory, not expecting anything from her or her to be something for him. It is want, it is just need for her.
Love, it's love. Something they built together, a net they wove to catch themselves, and even if she thought it was something that trapped her when she tried to escape it she knows better now to fight it. She knows to let it catch her. ]
Okay. [ She whispers softly against his lips, letting him draw her off of the door like a shy horse out of the stable. ]
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Love, it's love. Something they built together, a net they wove to catch themselves, and even if she thought it was something that trapped her when she tried to escape it she knows better now to fight it. She knows to let it catch her. ]
Okay. [ She whispers softly against his lips, letting him draw her off of the door like a shy horse out of the stable. ]
I trust you.
[ With this, and what might have been. ]