It isn't because she thinks poorly of Tommy, despite assurances from both himself and his friend, Mr. Shea, that he's a real piece of work. His propensity toward doing and saying the wrong thing is boyish, even endearing, before it's off-putting. At least so far.
But she didn't expect him to stay, and knowing that he did, after everything that happened — it's what she wanted. Last night. Last year. The memory of last year makes her stomach churn even now. She just didn't want to be alone.
She glances down. Her heartbeat rattles her bones, and the tremor can be felt all the way down her booze-frail arms.
She smirks.
"Are y'gonna let me look'it your posterior or what?"
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It isn't because she thinks poorly of Tommy, despite assurances from both himself and his friend, Mr. Shea, that he's a real piece of work. His propensity toward doing and saying the wrong thing is boyish, even endearing, before it's off-putting. At least so far.
But she didn't expect him to stay, and knowing that he did, after everything that happened — it's what she wanted. Last night. Last year. The memory of last year makes her stomach churn even now. She just didn't want to be alone.
She glances down. Her heartbeat rattles her bones, and the tremor can be felt all the way down her booze-frail arms.
She smirks.
"Are y'gonna let me look'it your posterior or what?"