[She lifts her head, and this time her face is burning from a storm of negative feelings rather than the pleased, embarrassing twittering of her heart. Was this another bad joke, or had she finally fucked up? As much as she wants to believe it's the former, the way he trails into more glum statements has her doubting it. He sounds like the voice inside her head. It makes her stomach flip-flop like a diver that's slipped backwards onto the diving board.]
I just -- um. Y-you said --
[Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Her fingers curl into the sheet, not wanting to lose this after finally getting comfortable enough to not question it so much. And why is she blaming him for her fuck-up? God. Talk, you goddamn idiot!]
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[She lifts her head, and this time her face is burning from a storm of negative feelings rather than the pleased, embarrassing twittering of her heart. Was this another bad joke, or had she finally fucked up? As much as she wants to believe it's the former, the way he trails into more glum statements has her doubting it. He sounds like the voice inside her head. It makes her stomach flip-flop like a diver that's slipped backwards onto the diving board.]
I just -- um. Y-you said --
[Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Her fingers curl into the sheet, not wanting to lose this after finally getting comfortable enough to not question it so much. And why is she blaming him for her fuck-up? God. Talk, you goddamn idiot!]