β KISS ME β
Send “Kiss me”…
…and I’ll generate a number from 1-45 to determine where my muse will have to kiss yours:
2. forehead
Aaron finds her standing near the gate, likely waiting for Daryl and the rest of her family members to return. He can’t begin to understand how she feels; how any of Rick’s group feels. Eric would, all that waiting around waiting for Aaron to come home that sometimes spanned into days and weeks at a time. It’s the last the man can do to try and make Carol feel a little better– she has been nothing but good to them.
“I thought I might find you out here,” he says, unintentionally startling her. She’s always on edge, ready for a fight or to defend something; it’s sad, really, what this world has done to people like them. “I was wondering if you wanted to talk– if not, Eric would like me to invite you over for spaghetti. We’re eating soon, in-case you wanted to join us.”
She has no obligation to say yes and, at first, she doesn’t, just looks as if she’s thinking about it. Aaron doesn’t press it further, let’s the woman stand there. Until, she speaks, finally, and he finds himself looping an arm around her shoulders, lips pressed hesitantly and softly to her forehead, just above her left brow.
“Come on,” the brunette whispers, pulling Carol in for a hug which lasts minutes at most. “Dinner’s getting cold.” She simply smiles.
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