[ His sigh is just a shiver. It's swallowed by the craving being met, and sweetly, so little to do with the semla. Nina does not kiss like a shipwreck, each old piece sundered and to be lost in the dark, but like the breaking of a wave, rolling in towards a shore. She catches him. ]
[ Matthias settles an arm around her, the other resting on her cheek, rooting in this moment as she savours him and he lets her. The key turns into the new door, no longer stuck, and her wet footprints are dark on the stone, lingering there. ]
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[ Matthias settles an arm around her, the other resting on her cheek, rooting in this moment as she savours him and he lets her. The key turns into the new door, no longer stuck, and her wet footprints are dark on the stone, lingering there. ]
[ Yes. ]