[ That brief pang she'd felt when she stepped into this clearing... Maybe it was some kind of sign, some fortuitous thing bringing her here, for this, to him. It feels as though a million little pieces are slotting into place, at long last... Even though they've only met once before.
She somehow cannot bring herself to care. ]
Then...
[ The brush of his lips against her knuckles is so light, yet so perfect. ]
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She somehow cannot bring herself to care. ]
Then...
[ The brush of his lips against her knuckles is so light, yet so perfect. ]
Maybe we should spend some time together...