Soft
Brooke loved Sam's soft hands, her soft hair, her soft skin, the thoughtful gestures that wrapped themselves around Brooke's heart like a fleece blanket.
But she never could stand the thought of Sam's words being soft. She loved the harsh, fierce edge in her eyes and the lilt of confidence and passion in her voice, even when she argued the most illogical cases, desperation only hardening her convictions. It turned her on like a match to a cardboard house filled with paper and gasoline.
But the day that Sam turned to her with her eyes brimming with tears – vulnerable, and softly whimpered, Brooke decided that, maybe, being entirely soft (and kind of cuddly) was okay sometimes, too.