[The switch from cradling her hands to Vanessa herself curling her fingers around his own makes his breath hitch, Dante forcing his exhale into a soft blow to steady it.
He feels a weight on his tongue when his eyes meet hers, a slight narrow to them when he's trying to figure out whether she's teasing him or reassuring him. Maybe both, really, and Dante at this point can't really tell the difference. Can't figure if it's the gravity of what has happened, or if the pull of her is what's causing the thrumming in his ears, something that he can only liken to an electric guitar nearing its amplifier, the closer it gets and the louder it becomes.
Everything in him tightens. His throat, jaw, his hands, his grasp on his self-control even if he brings his lower lip inward before he says.] Almost.
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He feels a weight on his tongue when his eyes meet hers, a slight narrow to them when he's trying to figure out whether she's teasing him or reassuring him. Maybe both, really, and Dante at this point can't really tell the difference. Can't figure if it's the gravity of what has happened, or if the pull of her is what's causing the thrumming in his ears, something that he can only liken to an electric guitar nearing its amplifier, the closer it gets and the louder it becomes.
Everything in him tightens. His throat, jaw, his hands, his grasp on his self-control even if he brings his lower lip inward before he says.] Almost.