Harrow makes a soft noise when she’s kissed, humiliated by how unsteady it sounds—how unsteady she feels, pinned under Gideon’s delight at her uncertainty. Her eyes flutter closed as their foreheads touch, her pulse loud in her ears.
“You can try,” she says, each word feeling like a step towards her doom. “I want…I want you to try.”
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2021-09-24 06:44 pm (UTC)“You can try,” she says, each word feeling like a step towards her doom. “I want…I want you to try.”