@warmst. — cont.
she’s halfway through a strawberry milkshake, icy straw pinched between two fingers, when she gets that half-baked bombshell. ( she’s not too surprised, we mean. she knows how rebecca works. that is, in extremes. you can’t expect something as simple as toleration. it’s all-in, or it’s all-out. love or hate. )
un-surprised, yes, but not gone unacknowledged.
she laughs lightly, “ you’re just saying that ‘cause i’m in a dress again. ”
a beat. “ i love you too, honey. ”
Rebecca swoops in for a smooch because she’s allowed ( right? she’s allowed! ) and a taste of that strawberry milkshake. Summer’s mouth is cold and fruity and pretty much irresistible, if you ask her. She keeps her hands up north to prove it’s not a sexual urge --- it’s really just a love thing.
“It doesn’t hurt.”
