[ tired. tired like she always is, lifting her gaze at pace with her hand, lazily pushing over his hair. she lets the tips of it tickle her fingers, looking into his eyes despite a dull thud of dread from behind her heart. he better be content that she doesn't know what to say because for once she doesn't know how far she wants this to go, just that the complete stop got less bearable by the day. to tell him would sound too much like an apology for staying away and Jess can't apologize for behaviour she's likely to repeat sooner or later. he can't promise to tolerate it forever, either. maybe one day, he'll smarten up. she never considers that she might change as anything other than a distant fantasy. normal shit.
Jess wants to kiss him, wherever it leads. he has signs of her intent and chances to stop her, as she lifts her head and reclaims the space between them, nudging his nose, and then brushing her lips across his. ]
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Jess wants to kiss him, wherever it leads. he has signs of her intent and chances to stop her, as she lifts her head and reclaims the space between them, nudging his nose, and then brushing her lips across his. ]