[ Her own voices is thickened and drowsy as she hesitantly angles into the phantom warmth and weight, laying in such a way that her back would be pressed to his front were they actually laying side-by-side. And she could swear she feels him move with her, responding to the shifts in her weight; surprise has her stilling, hesitantly laying her hand against her side, where it feels like his arm is nestled. ]
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[ Her own voices is thickened and drowsy as she hesitantly angles into the phantom warmth and weight, laying in such a way that her back would be pressed to his front were they actually laying side-by-side. And she could swear she feels him move with her, responding to the shifts in her weight; surprise has her stilling, hesitantly laying her hand against her side, where it feels like his arm is nestled. ]
...Do you feel that too?