[She goes readily, selfishly, like she's afraid he might disappear if she waits too long--like she might wake up alone with nothing.
Wraps her arm around him and pulls closer, pressing her face into the (cold, of course, should've been better) crook of his shoulder and not moving for a few beats]
Re: 147, late
Wraps her arm around him and pulls closer, pressing her face into the (cold, of course, should've been better) crook of his shoulder and not moving for a few beats]