[ She breathes out, slowly, carefully trying to keep back that unnameable something that is swelling in her chest. He's intoxicating in the way of possibilities, the way that could have been feels like it might be. She keeps her hand steady against his back. Brushing back and forth as she thinks. ]
Then, are you asking simply because I am a woman that might?
[ Hovers on that might. It's hardly an uncomplicated decision. Not with all that he is, everything that she is. To be wanted desperately, was one thing, but even so. She didn't want either of them to come to those choices because of making do. ]
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Then, are you asking simply because I am a woman that might?
[ Hovers on that might. It's hardly an uncomplicated decision. Not with all that he is, everything that she is. To be wanted desperately, was one thing, but even so. She didn't want either of them to come to those choices because of making do. ]