[. . . it's awfully tempting to reach out and brush some of those wayward strands of hair from her face. to slide an arm around her shoulders and draw her close to combat the cold. but. . . not now. he doesn't think she'd appreciate it if he did that now]
[lightly, shifting back from the railing, dipping his hand back into his pocket to close his fingers around his journal
I see. . . so we're the ones they should be worried about.
no subject
[lightly, shifting back from the railing, dipping his hand back into his pocket to close his fingers around his journal
I see. . . so we're the ones they should be worried about.
[TROUBLEMAKERS!!]