[For a moment, forehead pressed to forehead, the smell of the bodywash that clings to her skin, eyes closed-- for a second he was ready to drown with her.
(maybe some day)
When she pulls away, he turns his back to her for a split second, eyes closed, before he settles in her abandoned seat.]
You think I haven't had my heart broken? Maybe I've learned to quiet that voice. You're already breaking mine.
[action]
(maybe some day)
When she pulls away, he turns his back to her for a split second, eyes closed, before he settles in her abandoned seat.]
You think I haven't had my heart broken? Maybe I've learned to quiet that voice. You're already breaking mine.
[he says it jovially, though. The little shit.]