"You know," He spoke quietly, his wet thumb brushing against the skin of her hand. "You're the first person I've ever shared that with." He made it sound like it was something she should be happy about. Of course, to him, it was. It wasn't just anyone he would have allowed to witness his most private of work.
She was special.
He knew the smart thing would be to knock her out, run while he had the chance. She had betrayed him in the past, so why shouldn't he do the same now?
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Date: 2009-07-09 05:21 am (UTC)She was special.
He knew the smart thing would be to knock her out, run while he had the chance. She had betrayed him in the past, so why shouldn't he do the same now?
And yet he couldn't quite get himself to move.