She's not the only one who's curious.
Cautiously, hesitantly, his hands smooth up her back, brushing over her shoulders and then down her arms. His eyes, a deeper hue in the dark, follow the course of his touch, and when he presses their palms together, she shivers.
He grows wistful, his voice softening as his fingertips graze her palm. "To see you again…"
Lips suddenly thinning, he swallows.
Pieces of her break, their ragged edges slicing through her heart, and she fits her hand into his. "To see you…"
She can't finish.
"I know, Miko." And then, he steps closer.
A/N: Continues Monday. Thank you for reading. If you've been enjoying, I'd love your thoughts and feedback. In the meantime, hugs and warmth to you all, and I hope the weekend brings well-deserved rest.