But he shakes his head quickly. "My eyes were closed. They always are when I play."
Her hand was so close to his face for a minute that he could feel the warmth of her skin; when he speaks, his voice is very soft. His eyes trail to the tips of her fingers: perfect ovals dipped in berry red paint, as always.
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Date: 2007-06-29 06:26 am (UTC)But he shakes his head quickly. "My eyes were closed. They always are when I play."
Her hand was so close to his face for a minute that he could feel the warmth of her skin; when he speaks, his voice is very soft. His eyes trail to the tips of her fingers: perfect ovals dipped in berry red paint, as always.
"What did you see?"