Library [Sunday]

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Lee had never been more thankful for the library than today. An easy, believable excuse not to go anywhere his father might be lurking.

He's behind the desk, maybe doing some sulking, or maybe he's just thinking. Who knows.

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Re: Lunch

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That his eyes were still closed, that his cheeks were tinted pink, that his breath caught and he still smiled even though she'd pulled away...Adah had the answer to any question, any doubt, any reservation she could have had at that moment, so she closed her eyes again, leaning in, to lightly resume where she'd broken off.

Re: Lunch

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He leaned in closer again, enjoying the light, lazy pace, enjoying that she'd come back. He kept the rhythm of his fingers slow, gentle, again, so she could feel him, know he was there. Her hair was soft, long, falling over his fingers and he made note to remember that sensation.