"You should tell me about them. I've never been out of Henrietta, not far anyway, besides here," she admits, feeling a little country-bumpkin. "But I want to go so many places. The west coast. The arctic circle. South America, Australia, some island no one knows the name of yet." She walks her fingers over an invisible map. It's not the first time she's mentioned it, but it's so important to being her.
It's a dream, a fantasy, but there are lots of things she dreams about that she can't do.
His fingers against her skin send a warm thrill through her and she tips her head up into the wind, smiling over at him. "Yeah? You look pretty good yourself." She adds, confessionally, "I kind of tried."
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Date: 2016-04-18 09:39 pm (UTC)It's a dream, a fantasy, but there are lots of things she dreams about that she can't do.
His fingers against her skin send a warm thrill through her and she tips her head up into the wind, smiling over at him. "Yeah? You look pretty good yourself." She adds, confessionally, "I kind of tried."