to be honest, this almost feels like being in a simulation. that concept where reality melding into something completely foreign and unknown. but, even then, the thresholds of what was real was more distinct then. now he's not sure how much of what he feels is real, or how much of it is created and contrived. nor can he tell the difference.
despite his movements almost being impulsive, or as if he were acting out on whim, there's definitely obvious nerves beneath his touch, and when she leans in closer, whatever sensations he feels is all the more elevated.
here he thought only his taste receptors were this active, and now he feels like even his own sense of touch is warped. this only increases when she holds his hands so close to her lips. it's more warmth than he expects to feel, and the only way he really feels his m.i.n.d will ever no peace again is to...
just dive further in. it's why his hand reaches further back up, attempting to press her close against his chest, and this time he rests the his head on hers. he may or may not be using the strategy of if she can't see his embarrassment, then it surely doesn't exist at all. ] Well, it's just as much my fault that you're...
[ no, he refuses to take culpability here. instead: ]
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to be honest, this almost feels like being in a simulation. that concept where reality melding into something completely foreign and unknown. but, even then, the thresholds of what was real was more distinct then. now he's not sure how much of what he feels is real, or how much of it is created and contrived. nor can he tell the difference.
despite his movements almost being impulsive, or as if he were acting out on whim, there's definitely obvious nerves beneath his touch, and when she leans in closer, whatever sensations he feels is all the more elevated.
here he thought only his taste receptors were this active, and now he feels like even his own sense of touch is warped. this only increases when she holds his hands so close to her lips. it's more warmth than he expects to feel, and the only way he really feels his m.i.n.d will ever no peace again is to...
just dive further in. it's why his hand reaches further back up, attempting to press her close against his chest, and this time he rests the his head on hers. he may or may not be using the strategy of if she can't see his embarrassment, then it surely doesn't exist at all. ] Well, it's just as much my fault that you're...
[ no, he refuses to take culpability here. instead: ]
Don't hold it against me either.