Stop saying that. [ She snaps like a desiccated rubber band, dry and brittle. She's the one holding them back. Jess lifts her head, lips meeting the mouth of her bottle. Well, they're not gonna fuck now. God damn it. She thought she could steal another night with him before she'd have to tell him why there are certain things she won't do. If she's being honest with herself, she would have taken as many as she could have, thought it would be easier, only bringing up the relevant shit when asked. It's worse. It's her shame under a microscope.
Jess swallows her first gulp and has a second, dropping the bottle to her thigh with a slosh. She twists it, checking the volume. She doesn't know why. It wouldn't feel like enough to get her through this even it were full. ]
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Jess swallows her first gulp and has a second, dropping the bottle to her thigh with a slosh. She twists it, checking the volume. She doesn't know why. It wouldn't feel like enough to get her through this even it were full. ]