"We can," he murmured, though his eyes were closed as he shifted to brush his lips against her neck, right there for him to do so. It felt good to hold her, good to be sure, to feel as if, for once, perhaps, he belonged somewhere.
Though just using that word--belong--that idea--was nearly more terrifying than acknowledging the feeling that had been growing for quite some time now.
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Date: 2008-08-29 07:25 pm (UTC)Though just using that word--belong--that idea--was nearly more terrifying than acknowledging the feeling that had been growing for quite some time now.