Shelley tries to pull away, forgetting the window frame behind her. Light as his body might be against her, she is effectively trapped, hand against his heart. She feels it beating, warm under her cold fingers as he whispers to her, and even if she wanted to she couldn't stop herself shaking. The girl feels weak, and she knows she is too weak to push him away. Even just breathing feels too loud in the suddenly-confined space.
Her eyes are tight shut, not wanting to see the look in his. Slowly and tensely she shakes her head. No.
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Shelley tries to pull away, forgetting the window frame behind her. Light as his body might be against her, she is effectively trapped, hand against his heart. She feels it beating, warm under her cold fingers as he whispers to her, and even if she wanted to she couldn't stop herself shaking. The girl feels weak, and she knows she is too weak to push him away. Even just breathing feels too loud in the suddenly-confined space.
Her eyes are tight shut, not wanting to see the look in his. Slowly and tensely she shakes her head. No.