[A flutter. That's what it feels like when he takes her hand like that. It sometimes annoys her that she allows such a girlish, weak feeling to over come her, but after all this time she just... she wants him.]
[The worse part? Once he saw who she was he seemed... okay with it. More so. He greeted her like meeting her for the first time.]
[But now it's gone backwards, and she berates herself for letting him keep her hand so long. She focuses on the now.]
It would be easy here, to do something about it. He'd have no where to run. [and yet she wasn't sure that was how she wanted to play the game.] But yes, I suppose you're right.
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[The worse part? Once he saw who she was he seemed... okay with it. More so. He greeted her like meeting her for the first time.]
[But now it's gone backwards, and she berates herself for letting him keep her hand so long. She focuses on the now.]
It would be easy here, to do something about it. He'd have no where to run. [and yet she wasn't sure that was how she wanted to play the game.] But yes, I suppose you're right.