[ He wishes he could disobey that command, but he is captivated wholly and unreasonably by her, and he is still thinking only of her when his eye falls closed (the other dropping, unlidded but unfocused, watching the smudges of blue and pale skin — no, even if he did have someone else in mind, there would be no refuge of fantasy here.) ]
Jinx.
[ Contrary to his promise, his fingers dig painfully tight, his voice hoarse and tremulous. ]
no subject
Jinx.
[ Contrary to his promise, his fingers dig painfully tight, his voice hoarse and tremulous. ]
Do it. Do it.