Some days had passed when late one night he was feeling particuarly vulnerable, she gathered up the courage to ask for a promise. She reached across, and he met her halfway. They interlocked, stamped, and held on for a while feelig unified in body and spirit.
I was trying to write these couple posts as cringy and awful excerpts of harlequin romance novels but now I realize Beanies’ minds are not as corrupt as mine…….ottoke, @hotcocoagirl?
I was just trying to be a supportive bean… Maybe we just don’t read as many awful romance novels as you, Noona? 😘
Your writing skills aside, I did love this scene. I think they do a great job of showing two people becoming more and more attracted to one another. It reminded me of those hugs between friends that linger because they both can tell things aren’t just platonic anymore but they can’t say the words yet so they both hold on longer than necessary, neither willing to break the moment….
🍙 kimbap noona
March 4, 2019 at 1:34 PM
Some days had passed when late one night he was feeling particuarly vulnerable, she gathered up the courage to ask for a promise. She reached across, and he met her halfway. They interlocked, stamped, and held on for a while feelig unified in body and spirit.
🍙 kimbap noona
March 4, 2019 at 1:36 PM
@hotcocoagirl, I am dedicating this to your mom.
Cocoa, The Fake Poet of February
March 4, 2019 at 6:01 PM
Gahhhh this moment.
🍙 kimbap noona
March 5, 2019 at 4:58 AM
I was trying to write these couple posts as cringy and awful excerpts of harlequin romance novels but now I realize Beanies’ minds are not as corrupt as mine…….ottoke, @hotcocoagirl?
Cocoa, The Fake Poet of February
March 5, 2019 at 5:20 AM
I was just trying to be a supportive bean… Maybe we just don’t read as many awful romance novels as you, Noona? 😘
Your writing skills aside, I did love this scene. I think they do a great job of showing two people becoming more and more attracted to one another. It reminded me of those hugs between friends that linger because they both can tell things aren’t just platonic anymore but they can’t say the words yet so they both hold on longer than necessary, neither willing to break the moment….
Cocoa, The Fake Poet of February
March 5, 2019 at 5:22 AM
I’m waiting to see my mom again so that she can scoff at this. and she’ll question where the heck I find this stuff. And I’ll blame it on Noona.