And now he wishes she hadn't phrased it exactly like that because of reasons.
But looking up at her, he props himself up onto his elbows.
"I know, I know. You don't need to explain, I get it. It's just that since we first met, it's been all-- talk. Now that you've just pulled off an actual-- job--"
He glances down at her bandaged hand.
Her fingertips. Her thighs spread over him. Her weight on his hips.
Sitting up, he clasps his hands at the small of her back, meeting her eye-to-eye.
"You shouldn't have given those guys their cut for fucking up your plan."
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And now he wishes she hadn't phrased it exactly like that because of reasons.
But looking up at her, he props himself up onto his elbows.
"I know, I know. You don't need to explain, I get it. It's just that since we first met, it's been all-- talk. Now that you've just pulled off an actual-- job--"
He glances down at her bandaged hand.
Her fingertips. Her thighs spread over him. Her weight on his hips.
Sitting up, he clasps his hands at the small of her back, meeting her eye-to-eye.
"You shouldn't have given those guys their cut for fucking up your plan."
A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.