It didn’t happen as fast as it had before – Cai hypothesised that the presence of Danny and Zoe was acting as a distraction, and his mind wasn’t as focused as it had been on other occasions.
“Is anything happening?” Rachel asked, after a minute. Cai’s brow was furrowed.
“I’m trying,” he said.
Rachel shifted, moving onto her knees and shuffling closer. He released her hand, and put his hand on one side of her face instead.
Well, this was awkward.
She bumped her forehead against his, her eyes open, staring into his. It could have been arousing, in other circumstances, but Cai was pretty firmly stuck on awkward. Danny was still sitting behind her, his hand on her back, and Zoe’s grip has tightened ever-so-slightly on Cai’s hand other.
He told himself he had to relax, rolled his shoulders, breathed through his nose in case his breath stank, and looked into her eyes.
Rachel was ready for it – though she was scared. The broken glass arm of the sculpture she had slid into her bra, close to her skin and over her heart. It seemed like a good place, near the heart. She concentrated on it – trying to recall the nightmare fragments of the night she’s seen or dreamed Indigo, twisted black wings and a sudden crashing to the floor of the statue, the graceful piece of art shattering, the arm broken-
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Date: 2014-06-24 02:10 am (UTC)From:“Is anything happening?” Rachel asked, after a minute. Cai’s brow was furrowed.
“I’m trying,” he said.
Rachel shifted, moving onto her knees and shuffling closer. He released her hand, and put his hand on one side of her face instead.
Well, this was awkward.
She bumped her forehead against his, her eyes open, staring into his. It could have been arousing, in other circumstances, but Cai was pretty firmly stuck on awkward. Danny was still sitting behind her, his hand on her back, and Zoe’s grip has tightened ever-so-slightly on Cai’s hand other.
He told himself he had to relax, rolled his shoulders, breathed through his nose in case his breath stank, and looked into her eyes.
Rachel was ready for it – though she was scared. The broken glass arm of the sculpture she had slid into her bra, close to her skin and over her heart. It seemed like a good place, near the heart. She concentrated on it – trying to recall the nightmare fragments of the night she’s seen or dreamed Indigo, twisted black wings and a sudden crashing to the floor of the statue, the graceful piece of art shattering, the arm broken-