Warm lips press delicate, reverent kisses to Shela’s skin. There’s a stuttered restraint to her movements that reveal her insecurities. It probably settles Shela more than anything else and she’s almost completely asleep when Charlotte sighs hopelessly. Her nose presses against Shela’s cheek and she pulls her imperceptibly closer. Kisses linger against her cheeks and Shela fights off sleep, just to feel her a while longer.
“My pillow smells like you,” Charlotte admits in a whisper.
It’s a simple statement but somehow, in those few, telling words, Charlotte manages to take away all her loneliness.
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It takes her way too long to realize that Shela’s fallen asleep fully dressed.
Her thin, useless jacket is still wrapped around her and her boots hang dutifully off the edge
