The writing was a decision he hadn't been planning on making, if he was being honest. In fact, he might have been attempting to avoid touching Rae at all when his fingers had started tracing out his thoughts like they knew what was better for him than he did. Maybe the bloody things were right. He had never been all that good at words, but he had always been good at speaking with his eyes, and girls had said that he'd been very good at speaking with his hands and lips and tongue too. The thought occurred to him every time he spoke onto her skin, and it sent a hot wave of embarrassment sliding down his face and ears and neck. But there was something in the look in her eyes when he talked to her without talking that made his fingers itch to touch her again.
A/N: This might now have become a series of short whatever these are. No promises, as I am notoriously bad at finishing anything, but hopefully I can continue.