he might've ruined the mood, but the moment prevails … and everything she felt five minutes ago comes rushing back to the surface. she wants to be this close, all the time. only they're an ocean apart. she can feel his weight on the mattress, and the warmth of him teases against the small of her back, where a striped shirt and decade old sweats part for bronzed skin.
a sigh, odette gives into impulse, pride left at the bedroom door. as it always is with him. and maybe, to some, it would be considered a good thing. one vice, out of many, snuffed out by the power of love … odette, however, is leaning more towards pathetic. this neediness he's lured out of her not exactly the replacement she would've had in mind. as if she ever would've considered changing in the first place. let alone for somebody else.
and yet, here she is, giving into her heart's desires: scooting farther from the edge, and taking his hand in her own, odette drapes him around herself. but even with the ease of her affections, his words weigh heavy on her mind. it's something someone would just say, thinking no more of it than the supposed romance of it all. which to odette, unsurprisingly, is none at all. past experiences and not.
but she knows he means it, like he means everything else. and it's that honesty, that beating heart on his sleeve, that first drew her in, now walking the fine line of her infamous plights. commitment terrifies and still which each push, odette has begun to budge, with some of his sincerity rubbing off. settled in his arms, she settles, too, in the candour of this moment. dark eyes fluttered shut, she's back where they were before. and for a second, call it two, she forgets who she's supposed to be. fatalistic, burned, and cold.
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