“Lily…” His amber eyes glass over. Is he about to tell me to stop? I frown in confusion. “What?” After a long moment, he whispers, “Nothing.” He releases his hold, and I watch his cheeks sharpen to ice. My knees hit the floorboards, and I pull down his boxer-briefs in a systematic routine. He keeps his hand on the back of my head, and I try to forget the sadness in his eyes, the kind that can call on silent tears.
i just want loren's thoughts omg. longing for loren's pov :')
