hey ! don't get all worked up ββ i'm just joking . * π besides , it's a weird dream . must be your brain malfunctioning with all the missed sleep .
what the hell is going on ?
steph stares at her upturned palm , at the way his fingers trace the lines there like he's trying to read her future . he shouldn't bother ββ thereβs nothing to read . she's +
her eyes . she swallows past the lump in her throat .
" okay , " she finally manages , her voice barely a whisper . " no bullshit . "
almost timidly , like she's not even sure it's allowed , she adjusts +
oh , jeez . she's gone & done it . turned fun bagel morning into feelings hour . it's the early morning haze ββ it always makes her too introspective for her own good .
it's a little strange , seeing +
she doesn't feel disappointed . not in any way that really mattered ββ not in any way that outweighed the good .
" sorry , " she blurts out , shifting in her seat but not pulling her wrist away . she +
" i know you're fine . "
her voice softens a little , losing some of its usual energy . she picks at a loose thread on the couch cushion , suddenly fascinated by it .
" that's not what i meant . " +
about herself . that she'll end up disappointing him , or misunderstanding him , or crossing some line she doesn't even know is there .
" sometimes you say things that makes me think that you're just waiting +
" suuuure . "
that dramatic gesture over his heart is met with a roll of her eyes , but the grin stays on her face . she likes this banter . it's easy .
" so what if i do ? i don't remember ever +
complaining about it . " she's being snarky ββ leaning back against the cushions and getting comfortable again . " it keeps me on my toes . "
she scoops up the capers container , sprinkling some on the +
oh my GOD , you're so right ββ don't wanna damage the merchandise before it even debuts .
okay .... i'll be normal & boring . i've actually been wanting to crash the iceberg lounge for a while now . see +
