It's out of her mouth like a reflex, but he still has more to say. Her breath hitches and her weary acceptance of the status quo crumbles. From this close, he can probably feel her shudder.
She tilts her head, cheek not quite brushing his, but close enough for him to hear what she has to say, how rough her voice is when she says it.
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It's out of her mouth like a reflex, but he still has more to say. Her breath hitches and her weary acceptance of the status quo crumbles. From this close, he can probably feel her shudder.
She tilts her head, cheek not quite brushing his, but close enough for him to hear what she has to say, how rough her voice is when she says it.
"You are so fucking bad for my self control."