I M P R O B A B L E
- Dim Aldebaran -
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"It's impossible," she whispered, "impossible—"
He watched her with a wiser man's eyes: the curve of her brow, the cherubic pout to her lips, the soft prickle of her auburn hair, the infatuated blush to her cheeks, the warm, welcome weight in his arms.
Kiss: smooth, slick. Lips: soft, full, yielding, submitting
—but Holly was not one to submit.
Holly trusted.
Somewhere, Cupid smiled.
The moment had a haze to it: inflicted by the soft helplessness of her words, the understanding that linked them like slack on a rope, the intimacy of it all…
"No," he murmured, "merely improbable."
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Written for the drabble100 prompt of 'beginnings'. 100 words. AH.