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Hawk’s hands are softer than you’d expect.
He has calluses on his fingertips, which make the skin brittle and should make it uncomfortable, but instead, Sam finds herself sinking into his touch. His knuckles are bruised more often than not, but so are hers, so who is she to judge?
He usually wears a leather bracelet on his left hand - it’s a gift from Demetri, for their 12th birthdays. On the inside, it has “We’re all stories in the end,” inscribed.
Whenever she sees it, Sam thinks back to lying in his bed, his hand buried in her curls as he explains it to her, despite her slowly falling asleep. It was the first time she slept over, but definitely not the last.
His fingers like to get caught in the belt loops of her jeans, or in the back of her shirt. Tracing slow circles on whatever skin is visible. When they walk through the crowded hallways, they usually slip into the back pocket of her pants, gently cupping her ass.
Sometimes, she can feel him tapping away at her leg. Other times, he just rests there until they move on to where they have to split for class.
He brushes her hair away from her face before cupping her cheek and kissing her. His fingers slide into her hair. She kisses him back, before pulling away, a soft smile on her face as she turns on her heel.
She’ll spend the rest of her class thinking about him. About his calloused fingers, and his vibrantly dyed hair, and the way he’s shifted from an anxious angry boy to almost a man.