[ He lets her guide his hand, and when she rests his palm against her cheek, his thumb brushes lightly across the swell of her cheekbone, across the silver scars there.
He knows, sometimes, that folks get swept up in the moment, that they let hormones or whatever take over rational thought, and even if he trusts Gamora to know better for herself, it doesn’t hurt to check. What’s two seconds to ask, “Are you sure?” when it could avoid a shitton of regret later?
And she sounds sure, at least, seems convinced that this is a good idea, and he licks his lips before letting out a slow breath. ]
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He knows, sometimes, that folks get swept up in the moment, that they let hormones or whatever take over rational thought, and even if he trusts Gamora to know better for herself, it doesn’t hurt to check. What’s two seconds to ask, “Are you sure?” when it could avoid a shitton of regret later?
And she sounds sure, at least, seems convinced that this is a good idea, and he licks his lips before letting out a slow breath. ]
I don’t want you to stop.