[ Aisha doesn’t need to look at Alec to recognize the pulse that thrums under her skin. She’s barely registered his face hovering over hers when a smile, lazy and instinctive and a little confused, spreads over her features.
She’ll always know him. Not even this hellhole could take that away from her.
She makes a little, overdramatic oof as he pulls her up. She crashes into him and her arms wrap around his neck as natural as anything. Alec holding her isn’t anything new, but Alec grabbing onto her like she’s the most important thing in the world makes her heart — ]
Hey, stupid.
[ Her words are a mumble against his neck, as incredulous as they are pleased. His skin against her nose and the shirt clutched in her hands a grounding presence in the disorientation of arrival. ]
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She’ll always know him. Not even this hellhole could take that away from her.
She makes a little, overdramatic oof as he pulls her up. She crashes into him and her arms wrap around his neck as natural as anything. Alec holding her isn’t anything new, but Alec grabbing onto her like she’s the most important thing in the world makes her heart — ]
Hey, stupid.
[ Her words are a mumble against his neck, as incredulous as they are pleased. His skin against her nose and the shirt clutched in her hands a grounding presence in the disorientation of arrival. ]
What the fuck are you doing?