I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, Tess, and I reckon neither are you.
[ The trim can definitely wait. Because Joel's not moving back, not unless she nudges him to. He's just fine where he is with her close, with her fingers drumming on his wrists, her warmth and familiar scent right where she is.
The nail of his thumb quietly drags down the outside seam of her jeans, a soft scratching along the ridges in the taut fabric. ]
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[ The trim can definitely wait. Because Joel's not moving back, not unless she nudges him to. He's just fine where he is with her close, with her fingers drumming on his wrists, her warmth and familiar scent right where she is.
The nail of his thumb quietly drags down the outside seam of her jeans, a soft scratching along the ridges in the taut fabric. ]
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