reaches
She reaches out her fingers as if to touch the sky. She sighs.
Strong arms wrap around her waist and Remy settles behind her, dropping his face into the curve of her neck and shoulder. They don’t speak. They don’t move. They just sit there, crouched on the edge of a bluff with the wind and the sun and the sky.
"Chère," he mumbles against her, stubble scraping her skin, his breath warm.
She shudders at the nearness.
"I—" He starts to say it, almost does. He sighs, nuzzling her instead, kissing her shoulder.
She answers softly, "I know."
Strong arms wrap around her waist and Remy settles behind her, dropping his face into the curve of her neck and shoulder. They don’t speak. They don’t move. They just sit there, crouched on the edge of a bluff with the wind and the sun and the sky.
"Chère," he mumbles against her, stubble scraping her skin, his breath warm.
She shudders at the nearness.
"I—" He starts to say it, almost does. He sighs, nuzzling her instead, kissing her shoulder.
She answers softly, "I know."
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