[Lien feels acutely aware of everything as he pulls her in. The chill of the evening breeze, the coarse, but breeziness of his action that he has probably done so many times before, but since it was for her, it's unique and it's special, and it's hers.
Without any fear, she wraps her arms around his waist and presses herself against him into an intimate embrace.
It's warm.]
I feel like I'm going to regret a lot of things.
[When it comes to him anyways.]
But hey, you know me. I'm good at making things up as I go.
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Without any fear, she wraps her arms around his waist and presses herself against him into an intimate embrace.
It's warm.]
I feel like I'm going to regret a lot of things.
[When it comes to him anyways.]
But hey, you know me. I'm good at making things up as I go.