[It wasn’t supposed to be tragic with Sunny, but it is. Aubrey’s not supposed to wrap her arms around him as though he’ll die in them, but he almost did. Sunny may never have told her his feelings, let her be his sweetheart, but he has, and so—
[Aubrey cradles his head, elbow locking firm behind his back, the other curling around his waist. She holds him in her hands, her arms, her legs, the curve of her body around him, as if protective—
[It’s delirious. He hasn’t eaten. The thick fabric of his hoodie hides defined ribs, not quite gaunt, still too visible. She’s careful with him, normally, ever conscious of pale skin over brittle bones; and yet, the moment finds her being reckless, too.
[For now, Sunny wants her. That’s enough, just momentarily—
[It will never, forever, be enough. He hooks her hip. She nips at his lip.
[Sometimes love bites. When Aubrey breaks for air, she barely parts.]
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[It wasn’t supposed to be tragic with Sunny, but it is. Aubrey’s not supposed to wrap her arms around him as though he’ll die in them, but he almost did. Sunny may never have told her his feelings, let her be his sweetheart, but he has, and so—
[Aubrey cradles his head, elbow locking firm behind his back, the other curling around his waist. She holds him in her hands, her arms, her legs, the curve of her body around him, as if protective—
[It’s delirious. He hasn’t eaten. The thick fabric of his hoodie hides defined ribs, not quite gaunt, still too visible. She’s careful with him, normally, ever conscious of pale skin over brittle bones; and yet, the moment finds her being reckless, too.
[For now, Sunny wants her. That’s enough, just momentarily—
[It will never, forever, be enough. He hooks her hip. She nips at his lip.
[Sometimes love bites. When Aubrey breaks for air, she barely parts.]
I love you, Sunny…
[And she won’t stop.]