[the laughter cuts off abruptly. she still in his arms, so still that she isn't even breathing. she doesn't dare move, doesn't dare lift her head to look at him and show him the bewilderment in her expression]
[. . .]
[what the fuck, how does he always know just the right things to say to reach past her barriers and touch that broken heart of hers]
. . . hey. . . you've only known me for four weeks.
[how long does it take someone to build a spot like that, anyway? and she won't lie to herself, either-- she's still a bit convinced the other night was just a fluke, a momentary show of weakness on his part. maybe not something he'd regret, but. . . not at all something serious]
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[. . .]
[what the fuck, how does he always know just the right things to say to reach past her barriers and touch that broken heart of hers]
. . . hey. . . you've only known me for four weeks.
[how long does it take someone to build a spot like that, anyway? and she won't lie to herself, either-- she's still a bit convinced the other night was just a fluke, a momentary show of weakness on his part. maybe not something he'd regret, but. . . not at all something serious]