Oliver did not stop coming until he could touch her, backing her up against the wall of her home, a hand on her upper arm. She was real, like that time at the ball. He could touch her, and he looked down at his hand on her arm without any words for the moment, drunk mind reeling from the whiplash of emotions.
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Date: 2016-08-04 01:37 am (UTC)