Lavoiedeleau Stories

My heart is racing. His fingers gently caress my hair, slowly. He takes a strand and wraps it around his finger. I think I'm trembling. I've never felt anything like this before, and I'm not sure I know how to handle it. His skin is so soft. I lose myself in his blue eyes. I want to dive into them, like I've never wanted to swim in the waters off Pandora's East Coast. Eywa, please, don't let this ever end.