He wouldn't think that way if he knew what she had done over and over, seemingly without end. If he knew how many times she'd spilled his blood or crushed his neck with her hands he wouldn't find her beautiful. If he knew what she really was, that she wasn't even his 2B at all, she knows he could never forgive her for it.
It's wrong to keep hiding it but she does all the same, refusing to ever, ever let him know when it means she'll lose this. She couldn't take that, could never bear it, so instead of commenting she pulls him down to kiss him again, open-mouthed and a touch more demanding than she'd allowed herself to be before.
But still gentle. Still treating him like she's afraid of breaking him.
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He wouldn't think that way if he knew what she had done over and over, seemingly without end. If he knew how many times she'd spilled his blood or crushed his neck with her hands he wouldn't find her beautiful. If he knew what she really was, that she wasn't even his 2B at all, she knows he could never forgive her for it.
It's wrong to keep hiding it but she does all the same, refusing to ever, ever let him know when it means she'll lose this. She couldn't take that, could never bear it, so instead of commenting she pulls him down to kiss him again, open-mouthed and a touch more demanding than she'd allowed herself to be before.
But still gentle. Still treating him like she's afraid of breaking him.