( the tension coiled through her doesn’t dissipate. if anything, it tightens, like she’s holding in a breath and hoping that he won’t push.
he couldn’t, of course, even if he wanted to. this mouth isn’t a mouth meant for shaping words, much less stringing them together into full sentences — and, for once, words have failed him utterly.
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he couldn’t, of course, even if he wanted to. this mouth isn’t a mouth meant for shaping words, much less stringing them together into full sentences — and, for once, words have failed him utterly.
sorry really isn't going to cut it. )