[ It truly is a long couple of minutes, and he spends it trying to figure out what’s going through her mind. Clay doesn’t move. Perched against the pillow, he watches her, making a mental map of the way her the silhouette of her back curves into shoulder blades and to her waist.
Clay is about to tell her it was a stupid idea (What were you thinking?) when she speaks. Something feels like it rose into the base of his throat, making him unable to respond right away. It worked in his benefit, as he almost had the childlike reaction of joy like your mother said your friend could spend the night. He swallows the lump and that idiotic feeling. ]
Okay. [ The feeling re-emerges half heartedly, but thankfully it’s dark; human eyes couldn’t see the relief that unfolded the creases in his forehead. His free arm taps the mattress in front of him softly. ]
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Clay is about to tell her it was a stupid idea (What were you thinking?) when she speaks. Something feels like it rose into the base of his throat, making him unable to respond right away. It worked in his benefit, as he almost had the childlike reaction of joy like your mother said your friend could spend the night. He swallows the lump and that idiotic feeling. ]
Okay. [ The feeling re-emerges half heartedly, but thankfully it’s dark; human eyes couldn’t see the relief that unfolded the creases in his forehead. His free arm taps the mattress in front of him softly. ]
C’mere.