[Her cheek tips down against the curve of his fingers, nestling smoothly against his palm, eyes drifting shut for only a moment. Her hand slips over his, cinches tighter like she's gripping a lifeline.
Truth be told, she didn't want to forget this. What he felt like, the slow tick of his pulse beat in his veins, soft and strong in equal amounts. Like him. Some things just don't cut it when they're filed away as pure data.]
Means you're gonna have to deal with a terrorist on your doorstep.
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Truth be told, she didn't want to forget this. What he felt like, the slow tick of his pulse beat in his veins, soft and strong in equal amounts. Like him. Some things just don't cut it when they're filed away as pure data.]
Means you're gonna have to deal with a terrorist on your doorstep.