[ Jess is struck prone by the caress of his lips, as different as night and day to the kisses he showered her in before she cried herself back to sleep. Not so different that she isn't reminded. She decided weeks back that if he developed feelings for her, bully for him. It's paranoid to think he has them already. And why would that change shit? Not rhetorical.
With a relenting sigh, her grasp is flattened against him, palm to his collar. Jess leans back to give him the space he needs to continue, though she can't provide much without losing balance. She forces herself to look at him, and maybe it's the hangover, or that she has nothing to lose anymore, but it isn't as hard as it usually is. ]
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With a relenting sigh, her grasp is flattened against him, palm to his collar. Jess leans back to give him the space he needs to continue, though she can't provide much without losing balance. She forces herself to look at him, and maybe it's the hangover, or that she has nothing to lose anymore, but it isn't as hard as it usually is. ]