Aug 03

I told you I was writing again. Look, here’s proof

He was about to say something sarcastic, something glib, like “that’ll teach you to tease me,” or some stupid shit like that, but he found he couldn’t speak. Unusually for him, he really wanted to. He longed to say something—anything—to dispel the sudden tightness in his throat, this almost irresistible urge to lay his head upon her breasts and beg for shelter.

But all he could do was smooth the hair from her face. She was staring at him with half-closed eyes and a small smile, like maybe she knew she’d just snatched his heart from his chest but wasn’t going to gloat about it.

Because that’s how she was; she’d steal your heart but she wouldn’t hold it hostage. On the other hand, he was pretty sure she wouldn’t give it back til she was goddamn good and ready.

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