[The lids of his eyes lower reflexively as she passes her hand over his face and fusses with his hair. The skin of his face looks as if it should be cold, too, but it's as warm as his hands somehow. Warmer now with the drink bubbling inside of him.
The kiss surprises him enough it makes the features of his face soften ever so slightly. The idea of someone not minding being near him at all much less willing to touch him is different. Why is that...?
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The kiss surprises him enough it makes the features of his face soften ever so slightly. The idea of someone not minding being near him at all much less willing to touch him is different. Why is that...?
That some people aren't afraid of him?]
Why do you believe you're also damned?