risks
Remy's groggy all the time. Hank keeps telling her it isn't dangerous, not yet, that her powers have yet to fully rebound, but she wishes they wouldn't take such risks.
Remy refuses to back down—inside her head or out.
He keeps touching her, keeps kissing her, keeps whispering those compliments against her skin. His thoughts drip into hers like a steady faucet. He has always taken risks.
She tries to keep her distance, but those dark eyes follow her, reminding her of her promises.
Every moment.
She tries not to cry that it's so much harder than she thought.
Remy refuses to back down—inside her head or out.
He keeps touching her, keeps kissing her, keeps whispering those compliments against her skin. His thoughts drip into hers like a steady faucet. He has always taken risks.
She tries to keep her distance, but those dark eyes follow her, reminding her of her promises.
Every moment.
She tries not to cry that it's so much harder than she thought.
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