[He can't even picture it. Steve isn't ready to let her go, but she's moving and he cannot, will not, dictate to her what to do, even when every part of him aches to pull her back in. He let's his knuckles graze the sharp angles of her cheeks before his hands drop to his side.]
What's wrong with it? I'm starting to like this look.
[His lips twitch slightly before curving into a full smile.]
You're not out for revenge, are you? I didn't pick out those outfits the first time.
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[He can't even picture it. Steve isn't ready to let her go, but she's moving and he cannot, will not, dictate to her what to do, even when every part of him aches to pull her back in. He let's his knuckles graze the sharp angles of her cheeks before his hands drop to his side.]
What's wrong with it? I'm starting to like this look.
[His lips twitch slightly before curving into a full smile.]
You're not out for revenge, are you? I didn't pick out those outfits the first time.