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Robin Hood (iamrobinhood) wrote in wariscoming,

He was about to go through the door, when she called over to him. Wishing she would just let him go, he nonetheless paused, glancing over at the bottle that she held out to him. He still couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes, but just the sight of her hand made him think of how good those fingers had felt in his hair. She was still in all of his senses, and he couldn't allow that. It wasn't okay.

With a nod and a quiet, "Thanks," he snagged the bottle, trying not to touch her in the process. But it was so small that he couldn't keep his fingertips from brushing her hand, and even that little bit of contact was too much. He quickly ducked out of the room and walked quickly to the elevators, not daring to glance back. Once he was in a car and it was moving, he leaned back against the wall and let out a shaky breath.

That moment... it had been perfect. Utterly perfect, as if life suddenly made sense.

It could never happen again.