AUTHOR'S NOTE - Am I on a roll tonight or what? This is a thing that came to me today and...well, I just hope it makes as much sense to you as it does to me.
Not beta'd; English still not my mother tongue.
DISCLAIMER - Nada.
ENJOY!
WOODWORK
He ran his hands across the surface reverently, thinking about how good it felt beneath his fingertips; how firm, yet pliant it was; how he could do with it what he pleased.
He has worked with it enough to be able to recognise the right thing when he touched it. And this – this was best he touched in a long, long time; one of the best he'd ever touched.
He ran his fingertips across it again, this time barely touching it, savouring the feeling. He wanted – needed – to learn every bump and dent, every imperfection, every crevice. He knew there were places where he'd have to stop, where he'd have to give more attention, work harder. Places that have been through more than the others. Not that he minded, not really. He found the process soothing, as if by working on it, he was making himself better, too. And maybe he was.
But that was not something he wanted to ponder about right then. Instead, he returned all of his attention to the job at hand, because he has already decided – he was not giving up on this one.
She was the one.
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