She raised an eyebrow at him. Keeping her voice very low, she said, “And since when did I start doing what you told me to?”
/me laughs despite herself.
Did she really have no idea how much he cared about her?
Ugh. The angst. It's killing me.
And he kissed her, held her, poured his soul out to her, as if he had to take and share a lifetime’s worth of kisses in just these few minutes.
After all, maybe he had.
If you weren't so good at this, I could seriously have a hit put out on you or something.
Evil. Evil. I'm sending out the hunting party for your remains, Wendy.
