[ for a near full minute, he's rigidly still, listening to the way hannah's voice coasts out him combined with the trace of long fingers in those downy strands. there've been more mornings, or afternoons, when he's sweet and compliant.
but, this one feels heavy with unfairness. he's thinking he can punish, too. he feels wounded, hot-blooded.
with a careless air, he brushes hannah's hand with the small back of his own from his scalp. ] Show me later.
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but, this one feels heavy with unfairness. he's thinking he can punish, too. he feels wounded, hot-blooded.
with a careless air, he brushes hannah's hand with the small back of his own from his scalp. ] Show me later.