[It feels wrong. That stings. It sticks with Alec in a very real way, because despite Dalna's guiding principles, nothing had felt more right from the moment they kissed. Had Seregil been so at odds with his feelings in the beginning? Alec was so caught up in his own nerves and worry at Watermead, perhaps he'd missed this facet of Seregil's reticence.
Alec's hands had been on their own path, holding Seregil's head with fingers buried in his dark hair. They drift down now, resting at his shoulders to give a reassuring squeeze.]
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Alec's hands had been on their own path, holding Seregil's head with fingers buried in his dark hair. They drift down now, resting at his shoulders to give a reassuring squeeze.]
How can I help it feel right?