[ back then robb stark was too serious for such a small boy, small and angry and prone to lashing out with fists at inopportune moments. and maybe now he was better at it, better at playing his role and keeping his temper in hand, but the little boy wasn't gone, not truly.
the metal of her zipper is cool against his palm. he likes this, likes the way she fits so neatly against him, as if they were made for each other. two corresponding puzzle pieces, neatly matched and moving in tandem. her head ducks and he mirrors her, wanting to keep eye contact, keep his view of her face. ]
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the metal of her zipper is cool against his palm. he likes this, likes the way she fits so neatly against him, as if they were made for each other. two corresponding puzzle pieces, neatly matched and moving in tandem. her head ducks and he mirrors her, wanting to keep eye contact, keep his view of her face. ]
I'd like to know any secret you wish to tell me.