Jack covers his hand with hers, tracing the delicate bones of her fingers
with the tip of his. It makes him think of Bex, a little, her drawings,
but he pushes that thought from his head. He curls his fingers around her
wrist and then lifts her hand, bringing it to his lips so that he can graze
his lips against her palm.
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Date: 2016-04-20 07:58 pm (UTC)Jack covers his hand with hers, tracing the delicate bones of her fingers with the tip of his. It makes him think of Bex, a little, her drawings, but he pushes that thought from his head. He curls his fingers around her wrist and then lifts her hand, bringing it to his lips so that he can graze his lips against her palm.