[ If he asks, will she answer? She might not, the words teetering too close to her past in a pleasure house. He wouldn't blame her if she kept it to herself.
There's another worry: would he be able to reciprocate, if she asked the same of him? He feels a strange mix of confidence and embarrassment in simply thinking about it. Confidence because he's said much worse. Done much worse; left behind broken bones, broken spirits, blood and death.
Yet somehow, giving voice to how much he wants to kiss her is as difficult as breathing under water. ]
What would you do? [ There's an unspoken and understood: if you could, if your past didn't shackle you. ]
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There's another worry: would he be able to reciprocate, if she asked the same of him? He feels a strange mix of confidence and embarrassment in simply thinking about it. Confidence because he's said much worse. Done much worse; left behind broken bones, broken spirits, blood and death.
Yet somehow, giving voice to how much he wants to kiss her is as difficult as breathing under water. ]
What would you do? [ There's an unspoken and understood: if you could, if your past didn't shackle you. ]