"Thanks." She's not doing too much, all things considered. They're holding each other and moving slowly across the dance floor. "Just don't ask me to sing."
Gently, Midge rests her head on Robert's shoulder and lets out a slow breath. His arms feel warm and safe and she relaxes a little bit. "This is nice," she says. "You... feel nice."
It's easier to say things when she isn't looking right at him, when her eyes are focused on his lapel and the room beyond.
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Date: 2024-12-24 08:24 pm (UTC)Gently, Midge rests her head on Robert's shoulder and lets out a slow breath. His arms feel warm and safe and she relaxes a little bit. "This is nice," she says. "You... feel nice."
It's easier to say things when she isn't looking right at him, when her eyes are focused on his lapel and the room beyond.