[Her own heart is pounding. In sync with his own? She can't tell. Whatever tempo their hearts are creating, it's easy to get lost in. Just as easy as it is to get lost in the taste of him, the feel. The smell of the bakery around them, mingled with his own distinct scent.
This is real. This is so very real. She's nearly lost him -- how many times? Between the Games and his hijacking and the stupid missions and shifts and -- too many times. She doesn't want to let go, doesn't ever want to let go again.
Giving in to the hunger, that's what she wants. Fingers curl against the nape of his neck and she gives a contented sigh at the decision. Not wanting to stop. That's actually real.]
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This is real. This is so very real. She's nearly lost him -- how many times? Between the Games and his hijacking and the stupid missions and shifts and -- too many times. She doesn't want to let go, doesn't ever want to let go again.
Giving in to the hunger, that's what she wants. Fingers curl against the nape of his neck and she gives a contented sigh at the decision. Not wanting to stop. That's actually real.]