“it doesn’t hurt any,” he softly
attempts coaxing, smile etched
along comely features. his hand
rubs soothingly along the expanse
of her back, nuzzling into her palm.
“you never know if it’ll work or not.”
there’s a slow curl to his lips
at the shyness, but he finds
himself leaning into that soft
caress. a small moment to soak
in the touch before figure tips
closer, nearly nose to nose.
“next time, you should try
praying to me. i might get here
faster that way.”
“you’ll find out.” one hand rests upon the small of her back, other extremity catching hers. guiding it to his visage, he gently connects cheek to palm, gaze tracing along her features. “how much?”