“It will work, just sell it,” he continues in a raw kind of voice,
pulling her out of the room and closing the door behind them. “I’m
sorry.”“For wha –“
She can’t finish, because the next
second he has her pushed up against the doorframe, one hand grabbing at
her tousled hair and lips hot against the skin of her throat and –Her brain is filled with white noise and static. Oh, damn, no, she has been lying to herself, because this has happened, in her head, far too many times.
@hoofgirl remember your secret santa gift? From last year? …Yeah, sorry *lol*
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