I think her hair would fall in ringlets around her face, when she had taken the time to style it. I can’t quite discern the colour of her eyes in my mind, though. They might be grey or blue or brown. I trace the patterns of nebulas and star signs on her back, but only with my eyes. I don’t touch.
Read MoreFor the first time, I didn’t feel constantly tired. Instead, I had lost track of time; I was so wrapped up in the feeling of her arms around me that I could barely navigate, much less think or do anything.
“Ter?” Ever said. Her voice was uncertain and shaky. “It might be time to stop for the night.”
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