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The musical went into the final stage of its production as time flew by. A few tweaks here and there, a change of lighting or slightly altered timing, the last costume corrections and such were made to finally perfect the piece, to make it something they could be proud of.
The Holidays passed in a blur, none of the cast and team really taking the time to settle down and celebrate since their first show would take place at the start of the new year. No time for festivities.
They did have a little Christmas gathering at a cosy bar after a long day of practice, but that was it in terms of celebrating the winter holidays.
Adam and Eve had carefully looked after their increasingly stressed partner during these times, making sure Yara slept enough and ate properly. Whenever she got too wound up, either of them would take Yara by the hand and lead her into the bedroom.
It turned out sex wasn't only a great bonding experience for these three, it also helped to relax Yara, allowing her to let go of all her worries and let her partners take care of her.
Their approach worked just fine for a while. They would distract Yara, keep her fed and as happy as she could be. They spent lots of time with her, silently offering comfort through simple physical contact when she wasn't in the mood for more.
But as time progressed and the show was mere days away from starting, not even sex could relax Yara. It was like she had a swarm of bees buzzing around in her body. She was jittery, nervous and snappy. She disobeyed the rules set in place for her, lost her temper, refused comfort when she knew she needed it.
Needless to say, Eve was at a loss of what to do. She knew Yara wasn't quite in control of the situation. She was getting more and more anxious every day and reflexively drew up her walls, deflecting any attempt to help her ease her fears.
Eve suspected it was an old behavioral pattern learned in childhood. It was not uncommon for people to fall back into toxic behaviours in stressful situations as once these behaviours proved effective in avoiding or minimizing physical or psychological trauma.
But Yara had left the hurtful environment she grew up in, had outgrown these behaviours. Or so it had seemed, as now she was obviously reverting back to these old patterns to somehow cope with the stress. Her mind most likely associated her high stress levels with traumatic experiences in her childhood and used the learned patterns to protect her, not knowing that they simply didn't apply in this new situation.
Yara wasn't in danger, there was no potential physical or emotional damage she had to protect herself from, but her mind couldn't quite differentiate between these situations. It merely knew she was upset, stressed and anxious so it acted on instinct.
Which is why Adam and Eve had an extremely hard time getting through to her. If Eve would punish Yara for every incision of the rules during the past two weeks before the show, the younger woman would've collected quite the tally.
But as it was, Eve knew this wasn't Yara's fault and that right now, punishment would do more damage than good. So she let it slide. Which didn't mean she wouldn't have a serious talk with Yara, together with Adam of course, to get her to see reason.
But not before the first show. There was no use in pushing their love now.
Besides, despite all her rebellious behaviour and distance, Yara still wore her soft leather collar every day without a fail. That alone was enough proof for Eve that everything was going to be okay.
-
Yara tossed and turned the third night in a row. She had barely slept the two previous nights and this one was shaping up to be no different.
Letting out a frustrated huff she threw back the covers despite the low temperature in the room. She stretched her arms and legs out, covering the big mattress, then rolled over onto one side of it with a groan until she laid face down on it.
The nagging current of anxiety buzzing underneath her skin was not letting up and she was growing irritated. Which didn't help at all if she wanted to manage at least a few hours of sleep.
Yara cursed into the fluff of the pillow she buried her face in, muscles tensing as she felt a rush of anger rising in her blood. Her fists pummeled the mattress, legs kicking out in a childish temper tantrum as she shouted more frustrated curses into the pillow.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, limbs stilling as the sudden onslaught of agitation ebbed away as quickly as it had come. Yara's muscles fell slack and she turned her face sideways on the pillow to gasp for air.
She hated this. She hated when she got like this. When her mind went down a rabbit hole that she couldn't pull herself out of. And instead of accepting help, she just drove everyone who could lend her a hand away to suffer alone.
Yara deflated, breath rushing out of her as she sunk deeper into the mattress. The tantrum, no matter how short, had drained the last bit of her strength. It left her more tired than ever and yet unable to fall asleep.
A sad sigh slipped past her lips when she glanced at the clock ticking away on the bedside table and saw the position of the clock's arms. 2:07am.
She was exhausted, cold, lonely and emotionally drained from the constant fear wearing down her last nerve. There was no telling how long she could keep this up. If at all.
“Fuck,” Yara breathed, the wavery words getting lost in the cold, empty room.
Her hands grasped at the sheets below her, fingers curling into the cotton to hold it tightly as she tried not to fall apart. But there was no stopping it. Not when she felt so utterly alone.
Tears rose in her eyes, a quiet sob tumbling out of her mouth as she curled up on her side, arms and legs tightly pressed to her body. She began to rock back and forth softly, a poor attempt at soothing herself as she finally broke down.
Yara could almost feel herself crack open, her chest caving under the weight of her bottled up emotions and bursting open, leaving her to drown in her own tears.
The salty drops flowed from her eyes in a never ending river, tawny skin turning ruddy as the blood rushed into her head.
She didn't want to be alone anymore. She wanted someone to take all the bad feelings away and make her feel light again. Even if just for a little while.
At that thought Yara began to cry even harder, garbled sobs choking her, nose running and tears matting the hair at her temple.
It was like the dam had finally broke after she realised just how miserable she had been the past days. All the bad feelings came pouring out of her like blood gushing from an inured artery. There was no stemming the flow.
So Yara cried. She cried and cried until her eyes were so puffy she could hardly keep them open and her head was pounding, her nose stuffed from the excess liquid of her tears clogging it. Her chest ached, lungs constricting erratically with her rattling sobs.
She was crying until she couldn't anymore. Until her muscles fell slack and the convulsive sobs died down into little hick ups that jostled her trembling body.
As she laid there, alone and shaking, Yara made a decision. She could stay here and drown in her own misery until she cried herself to sleep, like she'd done in the past because she knew the person meant to provide comfort never would.
Or she could get up, drag her crumpled form out of bed and seek out the people she knew would comfort her. They wouldn't push her away, ignore her or ridicule her for feeling as she did. Not like...
They wouldn't. Right?
“Don't be ridiculous,” Yara croaked, voice nasally and thin as she chided herself. She knew deep down that Eve and Adam would never do anything to intentionally hurt her.
So she made a decision, a good decision. One that would allow her to leave behind the past and push her towards a brighter future, one that didn't entail hurt and heartbreak around every corner.
Yara's limbs unfurled, muscles stiff and aching as she slowly sat up and placed her cold feet on the floor. She pushed herself off the mattress with a huff and made for the door. She could see dim light from the lamps in the hallway shine through under the crack of the door.
Suddenly feeling nervous, Yara halted. She felt vulnerable and exposed in just the oversized shirt and shorts she was wearing, her face puffy and reddened from her crying.
Quickly taking two steps back towards the bed, she grabbed the crumpled blanket and pulled it against her chest.
The ends of the long comforter dragged across the wooden floor as she hesitantly walked towards the door. One hand clutched the blanket to her chest for comfort while her other roughly dried her face with a corner of her shirt and then reached for the doorknob. Her gaze narrowed when she opened the door and was met with the dim light illuminating the hallway.
Yara's puffy eyes blinked into the hallway for a moment to adjust to the change in lighting. Once she did, her narrowed gaze wandered down the corridor, quickly landing on the cracked open door to Adam and Eve's bedroom. She could see a stream of bright light falling into the hallway, indicating the two were indeed waiting behind the door.
Before Yara could even take a step towards it, doubtful thoughts rose in her mind. Fears of interrupting something, of being annoying when they were busy or just wanted to relax in peace swirled through her head and almost instinctively, she took a step back into her own bedroom, sniffing as fresh tears arose.
But before Yara could go further and hide away in her room, a quiet creak came from down the hallway, followed by a soft shuffle.
Yara's head snapped up, her wide eyes brimming with tears as she stared down the hallway to find the silhouette of Eve standing in their bedroom's door frame. Her wild hair glowed in the dim lights, eyes glinting as she peered down the corridor to see Yara mirroring her position at the entrance of her room.
Frozen on the spot like a child caught doing something naughty, Yara could do nothing but stare. Panic welled up inside her and she frantically tried to come up with an excuse, a reason for why she was standing in the hallway in the middle of the night, blanket held in her grasp and eyes red from crying like some toddler awoken by a nightmare.
The pale blonde's head tilted to the side, a sad expression on her face as she took a step towards Yara, who was trembling by her door, teary eyes wide and her knuckles turning white with how harshly she was clutching her blanket.
“Oh sweetheart,” Eve sighed and quickly made her way over to Yara, arms open and ready to pull her into a comforting embrace.
The moment Eve's slim arms pulled her into her warm embrace, Yara broke down. She kept clutching at the blanket with one hand, her free one winding around Eve to grasp at her, hold her close so she couldn't pull away. Yara couldn't allow it. She would fall apart if Eve ever let her go.
A new round of sobs started up as she let everything out now that she was in her lovers arms. Yara's knees buckled and Eve hushed her gently, lightly swaying them back and forth. When she felt Yara wobble, she swiftly changed her hold on the crying woman and hoisted her into her arms to carry her down the corridor and into their shared bedroom.
Yara was still clutching at Eve with one arm, the other one holding her blanket that trailed behind them. She vaguely noticed that Eve was carrying her somewhere, but she'd buried her face in Eve's chest in search for that comfort she'd deprived herself of so foolishly.
Her tears soaked the silky cloth of Eve's ivory nightgown, but the woman didn't care as she carried Yara into their bedroom and over to the large bed. When she tried to set Yara down on it, the younger woman let out a watery whine and clutched at Eve, not wanting to let go.
Adam, who was also sitting on the bed when Eve entered with their love, quickly moved in at Eve's silent bid and reached up, one arm sliding under Yara's legs and the other holding her back. She whined some more when Eve let go, gently prying Yara's clammy hands from her and let her settle against Adam's chest.
The dark-haired man plopped down on his butt with Yara still in his arms and scooted across the bed until he could lean against the headboard. Once he settled there, he changed his grip on his distressed lover.
By then, Yara had re-orientated herself and realised she was merely being handed to Adam, not left alone. She sat sideways on his lap, bum resting between his lean thighs and upper body leaned against his. Adam's big hand soothingly swept up and down her back as he rocked her gently much like Eve had done.
No matter the comfort, Yara's tears wouldn't stop flowing. She hiccuped between sobs, head resting tiredly against Adam's collarbone as she cried herself out.
“I- I'm-” she began between sobs, trying to gulp down enough air to form a proper sentence. “I'm sorry.”
Yara reached up to grasp at Adam's dressing gown. Her trembling hands gripped the fabric tightly, almost ripping it.
“I- I'm- I'm sorry f- for being so- so horrible. I'm sorry fo- for breaking a- all the rules and, and- I'm sorry,” she cried, feeling absolutely wretched for how she had treated her partners the last few days.
“Hey, hey. None of that. It's alright,” Eve soothed. She had crawled on the bed next to Adam after retrieving a bowl of cool water and a wash cloth from the bathroom.
“N- No! I-” Yara tried to protest, upset that she was being brushed off. She had been horrible, downright awful to them, brushing them off, even cursing at them! She deserved being punished, she deserved all the bad things in the world!
“Hush now. We can talk later,” Adam said, interrupting her thoughts.
Yara wanted to argue, but she found she was too exhausted. Tears were still trailing down her flushed cheeks and her head hurt terribly from all the crying.
“Come here, darling. Show me your pretty face,” Eve urged softly, nudging Yara's chin with her fingers as she leaned over Adam, trying to coax her out of the crook of Adam's neck.
Yara let Eve turn her face from her hiding place, the pale blonde's slender fingers gently holding her chin as she reached beside her and wet the corner of the fluffy washcloth. She brought it up to Yara's face and softly cleaned her tear-stained cheeks.
“There we go,” she cooed quietly, wiping at Yara's forehead, her eyes and cheeks and down to her nose. Then she discarded the cloth and procured a small towel to gently pat her lover's face dry. When she was done, Eve pressed a light kiss to Yara's nose, smiling softly at the watery giggle that earned her.
Adam chuckled quietly, his chest rumbling against Yara. He kissed the top of her head and slipped his hand beneath her shirt to rest is on her bare skin.
The young woman found herself surprisingly calm. Her tears had stopped as soon as Eve's warm gaze met hers and she began cleaning her puffy face oh so gently. Yara had found herself so entranced by the woman and her soft hands that she all but forgot to cry, instead staring at Eve while her cries died down to breathy little gasps.
And now she sat cradled between Adam's legs, breathing returning back to normal and tears all dried up.
“How are you feeling?” Eve asked, smiling warmly when Yara scrunched her nose in thought and answered.
“Much better, thank you. I'm sorry for freaking you out,” she said guiltily.
“You didn't freak us out. At least not tonight. What freaked me out was when you didn't want to cuddle, touch or even talk these last days. Very unlike you,” Adam replied, his voice almost accusatory.
“Adam,” Eve warned and threw him a 'Not. Helping.' look that made the dark-haired man huff like a bratty child.
“He's right though. I'm sorry. I should've just... I dunno, gotten over myself and told you what was going on. But I'm not very good at these things and...” she trailed off, pulling her shoulders up in a half-hearted shrug and averted her eyes.
“It's okay, Yara. You're learning. And I know that it's not always easy for you to share what's on your mind. It takes time and we have all of it on the world,” Eve reassured her and reached up to cup her face with a warm hand.
“Thank you for being so patient. And for not hating me,” Yara said, lip wobbling as the urge to cry overcame her.
“We could never hate you, love,” Eve said urgently, leaning forward to kiss Yara's trembling lips.
“You're much too cute for that,” Adam agreed, earning a chocked laugh from Yara and a slap to the head from Eve.
“Hey,” he complained, rubbing the back of his head. “I'm just telling the truth.”
Eve was about to shoot back a smart reply when her gaze fell on a yawning Yara. The woman closed her mouth as she watched her partner sag further against Adam's chest, her amber eyes fluttering shut.
“Let's lie down and get this one to sleep,” she said and reached out to softly tuck a loose strand of hair behind Yara's ear.
Adam looked down at Yara and smiled. He nodded at Eve and very carefully slid into a lying position while his vampiric partner put away the bowl and the two cloths.
When Eve returned, Adam had maneuvered himself and Yara onto their sides. He had one arm curled around her, hand resting on her belly under the shirt. She could see his fingers move under the fabric, softly caressing the skin to further lull her into slumber.
She clicked off the overhead lights and joined the other two on the bed. She moved in and framed Yara from her other side, pressing close to the slumbering girl's front and hooking a leg over her hip. Her foot rested on Adam's thigh on the other side and Eve met his gaze over Yara's head.
“I love you,” she whispered. Adam's eyes lit up.
“I love you, too.”
-
Getting ready and waiting to step out from behind the curtain for the very first time in front of an audience never got less thrilling. Or fear inducing.
Yara was in position, ready for her grand entrance with a handful of background dancers by her side. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she watched her colleagues through the gaps of the curtains. They were singing and dancing their way through the first song of the musical and by the lively sounds coming from the audience, the people were loving it so far.
It brought a smile to her face and a feeling of joy briefly replaced the growing anxiety.
The song kept progressing, slowly drawing nearer to its climax and Yara restlessly reached up to grab at her soft collar. Her sweaty fingers swipe along the buttery fabric, tips tracing the shape of the inlaid ring. She couldn't see Adam or Eve from where she was standing and it was freaking her out.
Technically she knew they were there, sitting in the audience and waiting for her entrance, but she would feel a lot better if she could see them right now. It was hard to suppress the urge to simply walk out on stage to scan the crowd and look for her partners.
A shuffle behind her pulled her out of her spiraling thoughts, fingers tightening on her collar. Her colleagues were getting into position behind her while others got ready for a quick scene change, the needed props held at the ready.
Her heart leapt into her throat when she heard the last dramatic notes of the opening act before the lights went out and the audience broke out into cheers and clapping.
Pure adrenaline was moving her body as she quickly made her way onto the stage while a flurry of people got into position around her or changed the stage. In the span of mere seconds the scenery had changed and the lights slowly flickered back to life.
Yara carefully listened for the first tunes of the next song while her eyes scanned the crowd.
There! In the middle in the lowest section sat Adam and Eve, both in their usual contrasting white and black outfits. As soon as she located them within the sea of strangers, her heartbeat calmed down, the jittery feeling of anxiety vanishing.
When the music started up and it was her time to step up, Yara was ready.
-
“Oh my god, that was amazing! I can't believe everything went so well, ahhh. Did you see me? I did perfect, didn't mess up a single step or note!”
Yara was babbling non-stop after the showing. As soon as she was done changing out of her costume, she had blurted out some sort of excuse to get out of drinks with the other dancers and all but sprinted outside where she knew Adam and Eve would be waiting for her.
When she spotted them, she came bounding up to them like an excited puppy and started rambling without a pause while her vampiric lovers listened amusedly.
“Yes, you were absolutely magnificent, darling,” Eve said fondly. “But I'm pretty sure you're going to topple over from lack of oxygen if you don't stop talking to take a breath.”
Adam chuckled to Ellis left side, his leather clad hand held in her smaller one. He gave it a little squeeze when Yara laughed sheepishly and took a few deep breaths before starting up again.
“Sorry, I'm just so excited. This is the biggest show I've played a part in yet and I'm sooo excited at how well received it was. One of the other actors told me the next few shows are even all sold out! Can you imagine that? They are SOLD. OUT. That's crazy,” she gushed, all but vibrating in place as they made their way home through the darkened streets.
“Oh, I can imagine that quite well. You've done an excellent job, so I'd hope people are excited to see the musical,” Eve agreed, smiling warmly when she sees Yara's beaming face.
The younger woman kept blabbering on about how elated she was, pointing out small details of her performance and the ingenious craft of the props and costumes. It went on and on, even when they arrived at home and got out of their coats and shoes. Only when Eve urged Yara to go take a shower did the excited girl stop her endless rambling.
Still high on the endorphins from her performance, Yara happily obeyed the request and skipped up the stairs to take a quick shower. She was swaying back and forth every minute of it, humming a tune from the musical as she washed away the sweat and make-up.
She was cleaned and dressed in no time, socked feet loudly stomping down the stairs to seek out Adam and Eve again.
Adam was waiting in the living room, sprawled out on the sofa as he was so often, with on leg dangling across the arm rest. Eve was – going by the smell of food wafting through the air – in the kitchen, fetching some sort of replenishing meal for Yara before bed.
“Mooooove,” Yara called loudly as she entered the living room and sped towards the cough before taking a leap and landing her butt on the cushion that had held Adam's head mere moments ago. The pale man had jerked up at her shout and now watched with slight agitation as she bounced on the cushion with a cheeky grin.
“You could have crushed my face, you cheeky minx,” he accused, but there was no real anger behind it.
“Please, I would never do anything to hurt that pretty face of yours. It would be a great crime to let any harm come to it,” she teased before reaching out towards him and gently pulling him back down by his ruffled hair until he laid his head in her lap.
In that moment, Eve came around the corner with a plate and cuterly in hand. She smiled at her lovers as she approached, aiming to sit on the slightly cluttered coffee table instead of squeezing onto the couch with the other two.
“I've made you some food, love. You need to eat after all that physical work you did out there,” she said, offering Yara the plate that blessedly held a stack of fluffy looking pancakes.
“Thank you, this looks great,” the girl uttered sincerely and made a move to grab the plate, but then became aware of the head still resting in her lap. She could hardly eat with Adam lying on her like a spoiled cat.
“Seems you gotta give up your favourite spot,” Yara teased, moving her thighs to slightly bounce Adam's head.
The dark-haired man just grumbled and looked up at her with a scowl and a pout, something that looked very misplaced on his handsome face.
Eve's chuckle made Yara look up to see the blonde settling the plate of food across her own thighs before taking the cutlery and cutting into the stack. She lifted the bite on the fork towards Yara.
“I guess I'll just feed you. The feline will not be moved unless it allows it,” she joked, making both Yara laugh and Adam let out a half amused, half offended snort.
Yara happily accepted the bite of pancake, a little flush rising to her cheeks at the prospect of Eve feeding her. She'd gotten more used to the notion of being taken care of, but sometimes these gestures still evoked a sense of bashfulness and confusion inside her.
The giddiness about the show slowly fades as she's fed, the stack disappearing bite by bite until the plate is all cleared off and Yara leans back into the couch with a deep sigh.
She stares at the ceiling, thoughts circling around the coming weeks that would be filled with show upon show until... Well, until it was over.
Because everything had to come to an end, even this. And it filled her with a deep sense of unease, the prospect of going through another stressful series of auditions, only to be rejected time and time again before finally scoring a role, if she was lucky.
Adam must've sensed her shift in mood, because he reached up and slightly stroked the underside of her jaw.
“What is it?” he asked, his hand dropping again to rest on his stomach.
Across from them, Eve set the plate down on the coffee table with a quiet 'clink' and turned her full attention towards Yara.
The girl hesitated for a moment, unsure whether or not she should bring this up. She didn't really want to spoil the evening with her spiraling existential dread.
“Out with it, darling. You know bottling things up isn't going to do you any good,” Eve urged, her blue gaze firmly fixed to the younger woman's face.
Yara sighed and gave a little non-committal shrug.
“I dunno... I just had to think that, after this whole show is over, I'll have to start looking for a new role again and... That's always so stressful and anxiety inducing. I've gotten so used to the luxury of steady employment these last few months, I really don't want to have to start this whole process again,” she confessed, gaze averted and shoulders curled downwards.
The burden really did weigh on her. She loved her job, it's what she's always wanted, after all. But the constant search for employment took the shine off it. She just wanted to do what she loved without the anxiety of having to perform in auditions and deal with the countless rejections.
“I just don't like the uncertainty. The prospect of having to start all over. It's so... So.... I don't know.”
“I understand that, but you know you always have a place to stay here. We're not going to kick you out because you don't have an income. I already told you you don't even need to pay rent, but you do so insist on doing it anyway,” Eve said, her gaze growing pointed towards the end of her sentence.
“Well, I don't want to appear like a leech and since you're allowing me to stay in your house it's only right that I pay rent for the accommodations,” Yara argued in a slightly petulant tone.
“You could just come to Tangier with us,” Adam said from her lap, interrupting her and Eve's interaction.
“What?” Yara asked, surprised by the dark-haired vampire's suggestion.
“We've got a nice, big house there and there's plenty of cultural places who hire actors, dancers or singers. Actual establishments that will keep you on their roster for steady pay, unlike the big theatres here,” he explained with a shrug of his shoulders.
“But.. I can't just... Tangier, really? I mean, Eve told me she lived there for a long while, but I didn't know you actually had a house there,” Yara stuttered, somewhat caught off guard by Adam's casual suggestion.
“Oh yeah, it's a nice one. Not far from the sea, with big, airy rooms and a nice view across the city. I really enjoyed staying there. I wouldn't mind returning to it either,” Eve agreed, her expression thoughtful.
Fear started to bubble up inside of Yara. What if they were planning to leave? What if they have wanted for a while, but didn't because of her. Would leave without her if she wasn't ready to abandon her current life and home? Would she be alone again?
She couldn't help the tears gathering in her eyes. Every single bit of her earlier elation vanished as she dreaded the prospect of Adam and Eve leaving her behind.
“You can't go without me, please don't go anywhere without me,” she burst out, tears spilling over as her fear mounted to unpleasant heights.
Adam and Eve both looked at her, confusion on their faces at her sudden outburst.
“What? Who said anything about leaving?” Adam asked, heaving his body up to lift his head out of her lap and sit straight next to her. Yara immediately missed his touch.
“You- You said that I can come with you, and then, then you said you would like to go back and- and it sounds like you've been planning to go either way-” Yara began, her voice becoming frantic as she spoke through her tears.
“Hey, hey, hey. Slow down, darling. No one is going to leave you. We're not going anywhere without you, you hear me,” Eve hushed quickly, body moving next to hers on the sofa in a flash. She pulled Yara into her side, letting the younger girl bury her face in her chest as she stroked her back comfortingly.
“Adam merely made a suggestion. We aren't going to go to Tangier without you. We didn't even plan on going there, it was just an idea. A solution for your problem,” the pale woman cooed reassuringly.
“We'd never leave you behind, Yara. I'd rather bite my own head off,” Adam said and the mental image of that made Yara give out a watery giggle.
“Look at me, love,” Eve said softly, nudging Yara until she lifted her head from her hiding place to blink at both her partners.
“We are not going anywhere. We love you and I'm afraid you're going to be stuck with us for as long as you'll have us,” she said clearly and slowly, making sure every word got through to her.
“Okay,” Yara sniffed and reached up to wipe her nose.
“The offer still stands. If you like, we can all go together and build a life there, you can build your career without having to worry about employment. We don't have to stay indefinitely, we can always come back here if you like,” Adam throws in quietly, not wanting to upset her again.
Yara took a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart and then scooted closer to Eve so she could rest her head on the woman's shoulder.
“Take your time to think about it. There's no rush, we're not going anywhere and you still have weeks of performances before you need to worry about everything, okay?” Eve said, her hand coming up to stroke Yara's thick, caramel coloured waves.
“Okay,” Yara agreed and closed her eyes, letting Eve's soft touch lull her into a state of calm she never quite achieved on her own.