Brian folded her up in his arms. “It’s okay,” he said. He kissed her hair and found himself rocking foot to foot as he hugged her back. “I’m scared, too.” A second kiss. The things he feared differed sharply from Valerie’s; yeah, there was fear of loss, but also fear of letting her see the depth of what he felt on a daily basis and thinking he was some kind of freak, and fear of being depended on and letting her down, and fear of being measured and found wanting. But it was something he’d do because he liked the punch to his gut whenever he saw her smile, the lurching of his heart when she said the word ‘Brian’, all of it. He was all in, or not it all, and the latter wasn’t an option.
“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said. “Is that what you think?”
Now that they were standing up, he felt the mild damage Valerie had done to his back as the wind touched it. Ouch. That was definitely going to leave a mark. He reminded himself not to take off his shirt at practice.
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on 2013-10-28 11:30 pm (UTC)“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said. “Is that what you think?”
Now that they were standing up, he felt the mild damage Valerie had done to his back as the wind touched it. Ouch. That was definitely going to leave a mark. He reminded himself not to take off his shirt at practice.