( the drain offers opposite effects: caroline gets the rush of warmth flooding through her, life in its purest state running through every part of her body as quickly as it had drained from derek, and he's left to recuperate in the aftermath. he cradles her face in his hands, and caroline only rests against him, a flush of color on her cheeks as his mouth brushes against her forehead. it's... well, it's intimate, isn't it, in a way that's different from the intimacy of what they'd just done, and she's not sure how to interpret it.
the truth is, whatever caroline had felt, it wasn't the same anymore. the crush mostly born of physical attraction had simply melted away over time, replaced instead by camraderie and friendship — and, perhaps more importantly, a trust that she hadn't quite shared with anyone else. not jumping into bed with him on the first date had been a surprise, because she'd certainly been willing, but she wouldn't change it now. in a way that she certainly hadn't expected, caroline had found something special in her friendship with derek. she felt like herself with him, and she wasn't willing to throw that away for something fleeting that she could very well find elsewhere. )
What was that for?
( if he's whispering, so is she. there's a stillness to the moment; speaking too loud might just shatter it. )
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the truth is, whatever caroline had felt, it wasn't the same anymore. the crush mostly born of physical attraction had simply melted away over time, replaced instead by camraderie and friendship — and, perhaps more importantly, a trust that she hadn't quite shared with anyone else. not jumping into bed with him on the first date had been a surprise, because she'd certainly been willing, but she wouldn't change it now. in a way that she certainly hadn't expected, caroline had found something special in her friendship with derek. she felt like herself with him, and she wasn't willing to throw that away for something fleeting that she could very well find elsewhere. )
What was that for?
( if he's whispering, so is she. there's a stillness to the moment; speaking too loud might just shatter it. )