She startles a little when his hand leaves hers, worried that she's upset him somehow. The touch on her cheek reassures her a bit.
Her own hand moves up oh so cautiously to mirror his, as if he were a wild creature of uncertain temperament. The touch is gentle, almost hesitant, as if she's afraid she'll hurt him.
This is relatively foreign territory for her, and territory that has always ended in pain before.
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Date: 2010-03-16 04:05 am (UTC)Her own hand moves up oh so cautiously to mirror his, as if he were a wild creature of uncertain temperament. The touch is gentle, almost hesitant, as if she's afraid she'll hurt him.
This is relatively foreign territory for her, and territory that has always ended in pain before.