fic: Where Are You Going [13/?]

Brian’s Impressions

Dom laughs; I feel the vibration of it in my chest, tighten my arms around the man’s body. Have long since stopped caring what anyone but Dom thinks about things. Well, with the exception of Rome, perhaps. Dom’s fingers stroke my neck, thumb caressing the edge of my jaw. How long has it been since I let anyone touch me? Don’t know. Can’t remember; can’t think with Dom’s skin against mine. Think Dom probably knows it, too – maybe it’s the reason he never included me in the general practices of casual physical contact he used with the rest of his team.

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