[ she feels the same tightness in her chest again, another stolen breath as she's pressed against him. her hands end up on his shoulders for balance and she can't help but notice how warm he is already.
but there's other things she can feel too: the deep base of the music pulsing through them, his breath on her helmet, the strength of his arm around her waist, the solidity of his chest. she's reminded of the night he stayed over at her apartment, how he held her against him and the way it felt then. it's a heady feeling, all wound up with anticipation and nowhere for it to go.
she ends up pressing a little more against him during the swell of music, not wanting to lose him in the crowd. ]
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but there's other things she can feel too: the deep base of the music pulsing through them, his breath on her helmet, the strength of his arm around her waist, the solidity of his chest. she's reminded of the night he stayed over at her apartment, how he held her against him and the way it felt then. it's a heady feeling, all wound up with anticipation and nowhere for it to go.
she ends up pressing a little more against him during the swell of music, not wanting to lose him in the crowd. ]