[Dark chocolate would be more like Lydia. He thought it was flowers. It's something more primal. Hearts beat like drums. There's nothing special about his hearing but he imagines that the pulse at her slim wrist is a solo he can hear.
His eyes lightly shut and Roman is more tasting then truly trying to suckle. The dimensions of the cut are not much larger than the tip of his tongue. Her hands are soft, most girl hands are. It vaguely makes him mindful to be careful.
The cut he made on Peter's face was so much larger.
Peter.
How much time has pasted? Roman lifts his head. The action came to pass fast all on impulse. He stares wide eyed at Lydia and rubs the back of his hand over his mouth shifting the stain of red to a smear.]
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His eyes lightly shut and Roman is more tasting then truly trying to suckle. The dimensions of the cut are not much larger than the tip of his tongue. Her hands are soft, most girl hands are. It vaguely makes him mindful to be careful.
The cut he made on Peter's face was so much larger.
Peter.
How much time has pasted? Roman lifts his head. The action came to pass fast all on impulse. He stares wide eyed at Lydia and rubs the back of his hand over his mouth shifting the stain of red to a smear.]
Um.
[A throat clear isn't enough.]