( her tense indecision holds, taut, teetering on an edge; she thinks, how much fucking time have I wasted already resisting what I want, makes the smallest noise of exasperated frustration with herself and relents, lets him have her hand and draws into his orbit. inevitably.
she says, into his chest, ) I didn't want to be angry with you.
( and it twisted into resentment, instead, insecurity poison that curdled everything after. )
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she says, into his chest, ) I didn't want to be angry with you.
( and it twisted into resentment, instead, insecurity poison that curdled everything after. )