you do

she places a flitterby petal on your palm, but doesn't let go. instead she folds your hand closed around it, her cool fingers lingering over your knuckles. for a moment you stay like that, your hand cradled in both of hers, the greenhouse breathing around you in slow, perfumed sighs.

“You feel it, don’t you?” she asks, voice soft as moth wings. “The way the air gets thinner when something important is about to happen.”

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5789057&forum_id=2Elisa#49434723)