[His weight sank against her has her pressing a heel into the ground to brace them, her hand curling into his other side, but it's permission to be close, an explanation for affection for any prying eyes.
She thinks, fleetingly, that she has gone backwards in time.
She turns her face to him again, gaze dipping briefly to his mouth before locking with his eyes again. There's a flicker to her face, some failure to suppress her excitement, relishing there being something to come next.]
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She thinks, fleetingly, that she has gone backwards in time.
She turns her face to him again, gaze dipping briefly to his mouth before locking with his eyes again. There's a flicker to her face, some failure to suppress her excitement, relishing there being something to come next.]
Where are we going?
[She's going without question.]