Story Notes:
I may continue this as Season 3 progresses.
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When her lips crash into his they taste like fruit and salt. It’s without warning, and he has no time to prepare and it’s over before he has a chance to recover. She knocks the wind out of him and he has to breathe when he sits down. He can only think in one-syllable words like why and how and Pam and kiss. =======
She finds herself staring at the place he always used to be (right in front of her), and she thinks back to the night he’d kissed her. His eyes had been full of please, then okay, then goodbye. When he’d slid his hands from hers, slowly releasing her, he’d let go of her left hand last.
It’s not coincidence that all of her sketches now consist of straight lines.
