She's rummaging in the bag when he asks, and she stops, her hands falling back to the table top.
Like she would take advantage of him in that state, when he's been such a perfect gentleman with her in the past. Like she hasn't put him to bed herself, and even though it killed her to do it, walked away from that very kind of invitation. And worse, like she would slip and let something happen between them, and then let him get out of bed and walk away like it was nothing. She wonders if he really thinks she's a stone cold bitch.
"You were unconscious when I got here." There's an edge to her voice, anger thinly veiling a deeper hurt.
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Like she would take advantage of him in that state, when he's been such a perfect gentleman with her in the past. Like she hasn't put him to bed herself, and even though it killed her to do it, walked away from that very kind of invitation. And worse, like she would slip and let something happen between them, and then let him get out of bed and walk away like it was nothing. She wonders if he really thinks she's a stone cold bitch.
"You were unconscious when I got here." There's an edge to her voice, anger thinly veiling a deeper hurt.