"Because you're more fragile than I am," she returns immediately, leaning away from him for just a moment to place her glass on the table next to the bottle. She loves how soft he is; how sensitive. When she cozies back up to him, she casually slips her arm around his waist, pillowing her head over his heart and listening to its steady beat. "At least, when you're not calling me a racist."
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Date: 2017-01-25 08:03 pm (UTC)