musebysentence 26.5. Caress

Sometimes, he could be content just running his fingers down one of those long blond strands, tips trailing the soft skin of the cheek lightly until the motion took them further down and away, over and over again.

musebysentence 27.1. Abstain

The words to lash back hover at the tip of his tongue, but they couldn't change either the facts or the sting to what Chase just said, so he swallows them, letting them reverberate in his bones along with the ache already buzzing there, and makes a small step towards peace instead.