im going to be honest, i really struggled writing this chapter. no idea why, but it was difficult to put out. i think that with school getting more intense as the term goes on, i’m losing energy/motive to write. i have a feeling there’s going to be a bit of a delay in the next chapter, so i’m rlly sorry for that 😦 i just want this fic to be good for you guys and it won’t be if i keep chugging out chapters. hopefully the wait won’t be too long – i WILL finish this, i promise <333
There’s a hidden truth rolling around in her stomach, sitting heavy like a rock in a way that has her normally measured breaths coming out stuttered and uneven.
Cassian notices – he always does – but when she insists that she’s fine, there’s enough heat in her protest that he backs off. But his mind is still clearly whirring around what she’s hiding from him, even though there’s a reason she hasn’t told him of her plans for tomorrow; if he pushes enough on the topic she’ll either break or get snappy with him and neither of those options is ideal.
If she can get him focusing on himself instead of her, maybe she can switch the conversation and distract him from what he doesn’t know. And she’ll always jump at the chance to get to learn more about him – in her eyes, it’s a great way to kill two birds with one stone. In hindsight, not so much.
“Tell me a secret.”
Cassian props himself up on his elbow, laying on his side and looking down at her fondly. “A secret, huh?”
“Mhm.” She reaches up, tucks one of his longer curls back behind his ear and lets her hand linger on the side of his face, nails scratching gently down his stubble. Her feet, constantly frozen cold and covered with a pair of woolen socks at Cassian’s request, poke at his calf underneath the blanket. “It better be a good one.”
“Well,” he stretches out the word thoughtfully as he taps his chin, “I like seeing you in my clothes.”
That exact “secret” is something he’d told her this morning when she’d wandered out of his – their? – room with bleary eyes and messy hair, wearing nothing but one of his bigger pajama tops and one rumpled sock (the other having been lost sometime in the middle of the night). She enjoys wearing his clothes as much as he likes her to wear them around his apartment – which has pretty much become her home until they take down Krennic.
(She’s kinda hoping it’ll be her home after, too.)
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say you love me 