[She looks at him a minute, still feeling wrung-out and awful, despairing of the broken expression on his face and the fast-brimming wave of new tears welling up in her eyes, and before she can think better of it, before she can even think to begin with, she whispers: ]
Either touch me or don't, Adrian.
[Unfiltered. Reckless, maybe. Dictated by emotion, rather than rational thought.]
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Either touch me or don't, Adrian.
[Unfiltered. Reckless, maybe. Dictated by emotion, rather than rational thought.]