He takes a deep breath and releases it through his nose. With a firm grip on my hand he smiles softly at me.
“Wanna talk about it?” It’s firm, but hesitant.
I don’t trust my voice yet and simply shake my head, dropping my gaze to my lap and twisting my fingers together.
“How ‘bout something to drink?” Still hesitant.
I nod and avoid his eyes. He moves to the kitchen, and I can hear the tinkling of ice cubes in a glass, and the tap water running. I sigh and drop my head back on the couch, closing my eyes.
I can do this. I have to do this. Nothing will change, and now there’s a…
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Hmmm...... ;)
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Hmmm...... ;)
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