Sweaty palms. Heart beating- not racing, not quite, but still an unsteady quickening thump, thump, thump.
“You like that? Wow. You’re so weird.”
Yes, she knows- no, she should have known. Stupid. Just being silly.
“Okay. S-sorry. I’ll stop.”
~
She tries to push it, just a little. “B-but maybe-”
“Maybe nothing. God, listen to yourself, for once. Jesus.”
“Oh. Um- oh. I…”
She leaves without another word. But still, there’s a fire in her belly.
~
“You’re wrong.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. You’re wrong. I don’t care what you think.”
Silence.
“…You’ve changed.”
“I know. I like it.”
[Jenna Burns –@Jenna_221b]
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