Her body is warm even after he moves away to stand at her side. The butterflies in her stomach are now moving so fast they've created a small typhoon, and she places a heavy hand over her tummy in an attempt to quell the sensation.
She can still feel his lips on her skin, and she needs no mirror to know her cheeks are scarlet.
Somewhere she finds the presence of mind to start breathing again. She glances out into the crowd to see if anyone had been watching them, but all eyes are turned toward the fireworks display.
So she turns to Doc, hazy eyes looking up at his face through heavy eyelashes. She isn't sure what to say, so she doesn't say anything.
But when his fingertips brush her hand, she stretches her own fingers out in response, to touch him right back.
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Her body is warm even after he moves away to stand at her side. The butterflies in her stomach are now moving so fast they've created a small typhoon, and she places a heavy hand over her tummy in an attempt to quell the sensation.
She can still feel his lips on her skin, and she needs no mirror to know her cheeks are scarlet.
Somewhere she finds the presence of mind to start breathing again. She glances out into the crowd to see if anyone had been watching them, but all eyes are turned toward the fireworks display.
So she turns to Doc, hazy eyes looking up at his face through heavy eyelashes. She isn't sure what to say, so she doesn't say anything.
But when his fingertips brush her hand, she stretches her own fingers out in response, to touch him right back.