"Was that your idea of a warm-up?" she asked, her voice wry as she reached for her own beer to open. She pressed it to her lips and tipped it back to take a drink, then licked her lips clean of the beverage. She couldn't help but tease him. It had fast become her favorite thing to do during the long silences that often grew thick and awkward between them the past few weeks. Teasing was easy. It saved them from those awkward questions. The questions that made something nasty and sharp claw at her insides. The questions he avoided like the plague. He made it so obvious sometimes it aggravated her he kept his stupid secrets to himself.
Sometimes she found herself wanting to ask again instead of moving on to the next topic. Thinking about how he'd clutched at her and made her swear to never hate him. But then she'd remember her own secrets, remembered she couldn't even admit those to herself.
But that wasn't important. She didn't need to know the things he didn't want to share. And for right now, she just took another pointed bite of her pepperoni pizza.
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Date: 2010-05-12 06:32 am (UTC)Sometimes she found herself wanting to ask again instead of moving on to the next topic. Thinking about how he'd clutched at her and made her swear to never hate him. But then she'd remember her own secrets, remembered she couldn't even admit those to herself.
But that wasn't important. She didn't need to know the things he didn't want to share. And for right now, she just took another pointed bite of her pepperoni pizza.