la mano en el cuello durante el beso AAAAAAAA π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€π€€
i believe in re-reading and re-watching your favourite books & movies at different stages of your life. the plot never changes, but your perspective does.
i hate how physical touch as a love language gets reduced to sex and kissing when it's more like... handholding, laying your head on their shoulder, putting your legs over their lap, tracing their palm, tucking your feet under their thighs. just touching for touching's sake.
I really thought he'd yell at her, blame her for ruining the game because he needed her out there. His entire game was falling apart, he was losing it, yet the only thing he cared about was whether she was okay. God, truly a man written by a woman. π₯Ήπ