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“I’ll keep showing you.”
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*hugs* It’s definitely not how I expected them to meet, well done!
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Edgar scooted right up next to her, keeping his hand on her back. He was happy to stay like that for as long as she wished.
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Edgar sat next to her. She was under her jacket…what should he do? He wanted to hold her again, but it didn’t seem like he’d be able to do that right now. Instead, he placed a hand on her back, rubbing it in a small circle.
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“Would you…like to sit down?” he asked. He was tired, he’d forgotten that in the moment, but now it crashed down on him.
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Eventually, he broke the kiss, but kept holding her to him. “What was it you had said about everyone watching?” he said with a chuckle.
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He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, right up Adair him. And the kiss…he’d never had anything like this before.
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Oh, that made sense. He smiled widely at her. “They are, that’s true.” He didn’t let go of her hands.
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Edgar flushed. Had he done something wrong? She’d been the one that had kissed him though. Why was she blushing so much? It’s because of you. You did something wrong. You are alive, and that’s wrong. She’s embarrassed to have kissed someone like you. But she was smiling. He was so confused. Everything about her was confusing. It was worth it though.
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She had…kissed him! This was good! She really must like him! Even after everything, he had doubted, but not any more. He kissed her back.
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He smiled and leaned forward too. He could feel her breath, his heart beating loudly in his chest. Was she going to kiss him? Should he kiss her? Would she be mad if she did? He decided he’d let her make that call. He grinned at her. “Always.”
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Always… he remembered that word. Kylee had said she’d always be there. He stared back at her. “And I’ll be here for you as long as want me. That can be always, if you decide that.”
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“Will you help me fly?” he asked, almost desperate, gripping her hand tightly.
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He reached his hand out slowly, grabbing her hand. “I’ll help you find your head.”
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“…how?” he whispered. “What if my wings need to be clipped?”
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“And I love you.”
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“Perfect,” he agreed.
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I’ll do that. He sat down, still holding her close to him.
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Edgar smiled though the story. He liked hearing her talk, seeing her excitement about the story. And just seeing her. He reached his hand out, as if to grab hers, but then pulled it back. It was back to this then. He hoped he’d be able to fix what he’d done.
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Physically, I mean. With you, I’m amazing.
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I’m fine.
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If that happens then you need to be recovered as much as possible.
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“Thank you. You’re really good at drawing.” He stepped even closer, his shoulder brushing hers. “Is it a happy story?”
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What could I possibly need my strength for?
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“Hmmm… Nathan?” Edgar asked, stepping a little closer to Jenny again. “I like the heart, it gives them character. Personality.”
