(It's not just the face he makes, it's the bitterness that she feels propelled into her brain that makes her recoil from him a little, distancing so she doesn't choke alongside him.
It definitely stopped being about Nate, and both of them know it.
Her forearms settle calmly on the table, blue eyes staring right at his as she leans in. If he has something to say to her, he should just fucking say it.)
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It definitely stopped being about Nate, and both of them know it.
Her forearms settle calmly on the table, blue eyes staring right at his as she leans in. If he has something to say to her, he should just fucking say it.)