NocturnalBirdie

Realizing immediately that he had crossed a line, Will cursed to himself. He was still lying prone on the floor as he gently shifted Jules’ tiny figure into his cupped hands, unsure of how to proceed. Very cautiously beginning to sit up, he felt her body shift and curl into a small ball in the center of his palm, his dominant hand perched atop and fully covering her form. He was washed in feelings of guilt as he felt her rapid breathing in his hands, his own pulse soaring from the intensity of the interaction. He brought his cupped hands to his chest. “Jules—Julia. I’m sorry. I-I’m not trying to—I didnR