[she smiles into the soft press os his forehead against hers, feeling taken by the feeling even if she can't necessarily relate to dimitri's wanting to do this since before now. her affection for him was gradual, growing quietly in her heart with every word they shared and every battle they fought side by side.]
[her hand is warm against his cheek, and she can feel the heat of his face — perhaps mirroring her own — pressed against her.]
[desire is building up, and she doesn't quite know what to do with it.]
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[her hand is warm against his cheek, and she can feel the heat of his face — perhaps mirroring her own — pressed against her.]
[desire is building up, and she doesn't quite know what to do with it.]
Do you— mind sleeping in my room tonight?