Oh, those eyes. How could anyone resist them, never mind poor Annabelle?
Her heart catches a little at the hope and trust in his eyes. She doesn't feel worthy of that degree of feeling.
She's not good with words, so she tries to put as much of her feelings into a kiss as she can. Like turning into something more. Trust, hope, joy, amazement. And desire, of course. (She's 17, it's not like her libido ever really takes much of a break at this age.)
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Date: 2011-04-17 04:54 am (UTC)Her heart catches a little at the hope and trust in his eyes. She doesn't feel worthy of that degree of feeling.
She's not good with words, so she tries to put as much of her feelings into a kiss as she can. Like turning into something more. Trust, hope, joy, amazement. And desire, of course. (She's 17, it's not like her libido ever really takes much of a break at this age.)