Her lips press together in a slow smile, but she doesn't say anything at first.
She's got enough time for this walk and a stop somewhere for the burger and fries they didn't exactly finish yesterday before she'll have to extract herself to come back, shove a few things in her bag, and hop on her shuttle.
In a way, now that they've crossed this imaginary line in the sand, she feels a little like any time she spends with him is dangerous. Putting a time limit on it could make things safer.
Theoretically.
Her gaze drops to his thigh, as if she could see the wound through his jeans and whatever bandages he has on underneath. "Well, you let me know if your leg starts bothering you, and I'll escort you right back. Okay?"
He seems pretty intent on this walk, and going to the shops shouldn't be too bad. After the physical exertion of sex twice in one afternoon, she guesses they already haven't done his leg any favors. But he's the one with the bullet wound. He can decide how he's feeling.
The elevator arrives with a ding, and she steps through the open doors with him. She can't help thinking this shouldn't be so awkward, but she guesses that's what happens when you mix girls who don't do one-night stands with guys who claim they've never been in love.
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She's got enough time for this walk and a stop somewhere for the burger and fries they didn't exactly finish yesterday before she'll have to extract herself to come back, shove a few things in her bag, and hop on her shuttle.
In a way, now that they've crossed this imaginary line in the sand, she feels a little like any time she spends with him is dangerous. Putting a time limit on it could make things safer.
Theoretically.
Her gaze drops to his thigh, as if she could see the wound through his jeans and whatever bandages he has on underneath. "Well, you let me know if your leg starts bothering you, and I'll escort you right back. Okay?"
He seems pretty intent on this walk, and going to the shops shouldn't be too bad. After the physical exertion of sex twice in one afternoon, she guesses they already haven't done his leg any favors. But he's the one with the bullet wound. He can decide how he's feeling.
The elevator arrives with a ding, and she steps through the open doors with him. She can't help thinking this shouldn't be so awkward, but she guesses that's what happens when you mix girls who don't do one-night stands with guys who claim they've never been in love.