Fic: Observations, Ch 121
I kiss him-how many times have I done this now? How is it possible that every kiss feels like a revelation? Why do I burn inside in moments such as these, when there is nothing said yet everything is spoken? I am terrified of this thing growing inside me, this thing that continues to make its presence known. I push aside that awareness, douse the fire until it is reduced to glowing embers. Then link my arm in his and lead us away from the dark waters back to the house. He follows.