[ She shakes her head and extricates her hand out of his to fold in upon herself, an arm wrapped about her waist, her other hand draped over her shoulder to cover her nakedness.
He doesn't know what he's asking of her, this mantra she tells herself. He doesn't, can't possibly know. When she stares him down, down despite the physical reality of their respective heights, it is to impute upon him the best of intentions even through his obvious needling, this picking on her most predictable sore spots. She knows he knows her well enough to curate his words just so to incite her into action, and she thinks he is counting upon her seeing through him. To say have you ever tried is the same as firing the gun to start the race and she is already champing at the bit. ]
It could get a bit messy. So if it does, don't run off on me, okay?
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He doesn't know what he's asking of her, this mantra she tells herself. He doesn't, can't possibly know. When she stares him down, down despite the physical reality of their respective heights, it is to impute upon him the best of intentions even through his obvious needling, this picking on her most predictable sore spots. She knows he knows her well enough to curate his words just so to incite her into action, and she thinks he is counting upon her seeing through him. To say have you ever tried is the same as firing the gun to start the race and she is already champing at the bit. ]
It could get a bit messy. So if it does, don't run off on me, okay?