She doesn't have to step on crunchy leaves, she doesn't have to drink scalding hot coffee at a furious pace, she doesn't have to smoke a second cigarette after the first, she doesn't have to scratch the scab on her elbow, she doesn't have to close her eyes when she's sitting in the sun, she doesn't have to...
She doesn't.
But she doesn't tear her eyes away from his eyes, she doesn't walk away when she hears his footsteps, she doesn't hold her arms stiffly at her side (the way she wants to) when he pulls her towards him. He doesn't need to touch her to pull her towards him. She doesn't say no if he wants her to say yes, she doesn't...
She doesn't.
Restraint?
If only she could.
If only she could.
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