When the weather becomes eternal
fragility with a piece of ancient parchment crumbled to the touch, was the fragility with which to compare the Emily's skin when he placed the tips of his fingers as delicate and velvety texture. From top to bottom, from top to bottom ... subtly, very delicate. Once again from the top down. They were both lying on the couch in Sam's house, view it with Emily's hair and the tips of his left hand gently stroking the skin of one arm. "That does not give you ticklish?" asked in a honeyed tone but also protective. I did not want to hurt arm just an oversight.
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