[She hasn't forgotten to be shy around him; she just doesn't have a choice. Her pride isn't strong enough to hold back the tears, or to protest when he picks her up. She clings to him shamefully while he carries her to bed.
She wishes he had just left her on the roof, frozen and numb and tearless. She feels like she's never going to stop crying. It makes it impossible to do anything -- she can feel his erection pulsing between them, wants to touch it, bring this situation back to something familiar, but she's paralyzed with uncertainty.
Even her kisses are distracted, half-hearted. They seem to say I'm sorry.]
Re: ⊕ march 15th, late evening
She wishes he had just left her on the roof, frozen and numb and tearless. She feels like she's never going to stop crying. It makes it impossible to do anything -- she can feel his erection pulsing between them, wants to touch it, bring this situation back to something familiar, but she's paralyzed with uncertainty.
Even her kisses are distracted, half-hearted. They seem to say I'm sorry.]