She let out a short cry, and reached back to shove him with a harsh glower, annoyed that she couldn't shock him, because she was soaked. "You're never touching me again," Elle hissed. "And I'm leaving whether you like it or not."
Maybe it was playing with fire, telling him she was going to leave, but she couldn't stop the spitting words. She wanted to hurt him.
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Date: 2009-10-29 01:02 am (UTC)Maybe it was playing with fire, telling him she was going to leave, but she couldn't stop the spitting words. She wanted to hurt him.