Brian sucked in air between clenched teeth. The muscles in his jaw twitched and locked. Eyelids shuttered out light and the sight of her so he could think about the questions she was asking, which was likely a hopeless cause, since he forgot his own birthday the minute Valerie put her hand between his legs. Blood flow down below. He maneuvered a hand inside her shirt and rubbed his thumb between the bones of her ribcage.
“Stories I couldn’t tell, myself,” he said. Did she really want to know the origins of those marks, the details of the times he sat on a bench and let a needle do the talking? Brian swallowed. He could say them to her. He wondered if Valerie’s body communicated in the same way, only instead of tattoos, with scars.
Under the cotton fabric of her shirt, Brian’s fingertips wandered up between the soft flesh of her breasts to the place where her heart thumped. A certainty struck him. He knew, one-hundred percent swearing to god knew, he was going to fall in love with her the minute he was inside of her, whenever it happened. Being with her would flip him inside out. Later, if she dumped him, he’d hurt so bad that he climbed the walls.
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on 2013-09-24 02:19 am (UTC)“Stories I couldn’t tell, myself,” he said. Did she really want to know the origins of those marks, the details of the times he sat on a bench and let a needle do the talking? Brian swallowed. He could say them to her. He wondered if Valerie’s body communicated in the same way, only instead of tattoos, with scars.
Under the cotton fabric of her shirt, Brian’s fingertips wandered up between the soft flesh of her breasts to the place where her heart thumped. A certainty struck him. He knew, one-hundred percent swearing to god knew, he was going to fall in love with her the minute he was inside of her, whenever it happened. Being with her would flip him inside out. Later, if she dumped him, he’d hurt so bad that he climbed the walls.