This was comfortable. There was no need to think about it. The pressure on his forehead increased and he opened his eyes slowly.
"No more," he said softly.
"It's fi—" Before she could finish, he pressed a light kiss on her lips.
"Rest." There was no room for argument. She felt the butterflies in her stomach start to scream and flutter about. She tried to ignore it, but it only grew worse when he pulled her into his arms. He moved her around until she was tightly pressed against his chest and his head was resting on top of hers.
She squeezed her eyes shut and slowly let the warmth take over.
Nothing new.
Just rest, he had said.
Okay, she would just rest.
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When writing morally ambiguous characters, I am often conflicted. How far should they go, how much guilt would they feel. Do they regret? What are the conditions for it? What do you think?
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