Comhroinn Fuaime

“You’re staring.” “…No, don’t look away now. If you’re going to look at me like that, at least be honest about it.” “Mm. That’s better.” “Come closer.” “…What? You heard me.” “There. See? Not so hard.” “Careful… you’re right on the edge of making a decision you won’t get to take back.” “…And neither will I.” “Don’t rush it. I like this part—the hesitation, the wondering if you should or shouldn’t.” “Your hand—yes. There. Don’t stop.” “…You feel that? That tension? That’s what I wanted.