"You couldn't have known," Bruno murmurs, holding her snugly to him. Her face against his neck sends heat twirling lazily down his spine and he finds himself caught in an indecision. They're so warm here in this moment, this quiet, trembling point in time that could go in one of a multitude of directions. She can probably hear how his pulse has quickened, his breath coming a little harder around this pull of anticipation in his chest.
"I'm alright," he whispers, slipping warm fingers through her hair. "Are you?"
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"I'm alright," he whispers, slipping warm fingers through her hair. "Are you?"