Maeve
"I definitely don't have anything like this. I love it." Maeve murmurs, still turning the book over in her hands as he shifts behind her. It isn't until his arms slip around her waist that she pauses, feeling his lips press against the space between her shoulder blades, easing a bit of tension there that she wasn't even aware of. A soft sound rises from him and Maeve sets the book down beside her, placing her hand on his forearm, thumb brushing across his skin lightly in an attempt to soothe whatever anxiety is clawing at him.
Her brows pinch in concern, but then he speaks and her lips part, an exhale pushing from her lungs. "Of course." Maeve murmurs, voice soft as she turns her head slightly, attempting to look at him from over her shoulder. It was never a question of if she trusted him. She always did. Even when it was outside of her best interest.
Her brows pinch in concern, but then he speaks and her lips part, an exhale pushing from her lungs. "Of course." Maeve murmurs, voice soft as she turns her head slightly, attempting to look at him from over her shoulder. It was never a question of if she trusted him. She always did. Even when it was outside of her best interest.
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
