[ She's not sure if it's his strength that surprises her, or that he's said that she shouldn't apologize for hers, or the fact that, instead of stopping, he's pinned her against the tree. Whatever it is, for a moment all she can do is stare back at him, before slowly trailing her fingertips down his cheek. ]
Good.
[ She fists the front of his shirt and tugs him closer to her. She doesn't care where they are, she doesn't care that he probably would never have kissed her if she hadn't taken the serum and become this, she doesn't care if they die tomorrow. He is here, with her, alive and real, and tonight, that's all that matters.
As tempting as it is to get right back to kissing though — and perhaps do a little more than just kissing — she has to ask: ] Did you ever find my letter?
[ She's sent him many others since, but he's never once mentioned the one she'd slipped into his jacket before he left. It hadn't really mattered until now. ]
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Good.
[ She fists the front of his shirt and tugs him closer to her. She doesn't care where they are, she doesn't care that he probably would never have kissed her if she hadn't taken the serum and become this, she doesn't care if they die tomorrow. He is here, with her, alive and real, and tonight, that's all that matters.
As tempting as it is to get right back to kissing though — and perhaps do a little more than just kissing — she has to ask: ] Did you ever find my letter?
[ She's sent him many others since, but he's never once mentioned the one she'd slipped into his jacket before he left. It hadn't really mattered until now. ]