[When he acts so shyly, Alex can’t help but think of what Wayne Coats had said of Richie, the boy that he’d know. There’s been moments, small ones and mostly the night that Coralee had left that had left Wayne’s words ringing in her head. When they had dinner, when they were more themselves, Alex had seen them too. It’s easy for her to see them now.
So, she just moves against him, pressing her hand to his cheek softly and gently, she cups it and then traces her thumb over the line of his bottom lip before she kisses him in the same way that she had done before.
Her other hand rests against his chest. Not what the pack shift had done to his body, but to the place just above his heart. Her fingers splay, and she rubs against it in slow circles, as if she was almost casting it within a circle of protection.
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[When he acts so shyly, Alex can’t help but think of what Wayne Coats had said of Richie, the boy that he’d know. There’s been moments, small ones and mostly the night that Coralee had left that had left Wayne’s words ringing in her head. When they had dinner, when they were more themselves, Alex had seen them too. It’s easy for her to see them now.
So, she just moves against him, pressing her hand to his cheek softly and gently, she cups it and then traces her thumb over the line of his bottom lip before she kisses him in the same way that she had done before.
Her other hand rests against his chest. Not what the pack shift had done to his body, but to the place just above his heart. Her fingers splay, and she rubs against it in slow circles, as if she was almost casting it within a circle of protection.
Then she spoke, soft against his lips.]
My Richard. My Hades. My love.