If it had been any other day, any other one before this one, she's relatively certain that she would have just stayed right there - greedily listening to sweet words and able to ignore anything else. As it is her eyes want to flutter closed and only the ringing of the wretched knowing makes her more angry than embarrassed.
She was never this stupid before.
A muffled, miserable sort of noise and her face hardens into a frown - eyes narrowing dangerously and breath coming out in a harsh flow - before she shoves herself backward and him sideways off of the bed.
It's sad somehow that she can't figure out if the thunk of boy against hardwood makes her feel satisfied or even more likely to cry. She knows which one it should.
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Date: 2007-07-16 01:33 am (UTC)She was never this stupid before.
A muffled, miserable sort of noise and her face hardens into a frown - eyes narrowing dangerously and breath coming out in a harsh flow - before she shoves herself backward and him sideways off of the bed.
It's sad somehow that she can't figure out if the thunk of boy against hardwood makes her feel satisfied or even more likely to cry. She knows which one it should.