[There's a hesitation all through her body, in the lines of her shoulders and the involuntary tensing of her muscles, all through her mind, through the whole of her, an uncertainty that she hovers on the edge on until finally, she just tips right over it.
When she does, she can't stop herself from slipping forward to slide her arms around his waist, pressing her body against him, her cheek against his right shoulder, face turned so her mess of hair brushes his cheek, his chin, his mouth, feeling him there and solid and alive. She doesn't cry but her shoulders shake enough that the fur around her jacket's hood shivers as well.]
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When she does, she can't stop herself from slipping forward to slide her arms around his waist, pressing her body against him, her cheek against his right shoulder, face turned so her mess of hair brushes his cheek, his chin, his mouth, feeling him there and solid and alive. She doesn't cry but her shoulders shake enough that the fur around her jacket's hood shivers as well.]