The end is my very favorite part: Without stopping the kiss, Ianto’s hand blindly stretched across the table. When it found hers, it clung tightly, as if he were being swept out to sea, and her hand was his only rope. Unable to look away, she watched them kiss, seemingly utterly unconscious of their surroundings, except for Ianto’s fingers interlacing with hers.
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Without stopping the kiss, Ianto’s hand blindly stretched across the table. When it found hers, it clung tightly, as if he were being swept out to sea, and her hand was his only rope. Unable to look away, she watched them kiss, seemingly utterly unconscious of their surroundings, except for Ianto’s fingers interlacing with hers.
That's beautifully written.
This story is exciting.