She slits her eyes at him for the briefest moment before leaning into that kiss. The sound of his laugh mitigates her bruised ego somewhat.
I should hope so.
She rests her forehead against his, the tip of her nose brushing against his, drinking in the scent of his happiness. It's hard, some days, feeling like she's starting over, feeling like there isn't a single bit of mastery in any of the things she does. But he's worth it.
She only hopes she's worth the headaches she's no doubt caused him.
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Date: 2009-08-28 04:51 am (UTC)I should hope so.
She rests her forehead against his, the tip of her nose brushing against his, drinking in the scent of his happiness. It's hard, some days, feeling like she's starting over, feeling like there isn't a single bit of mastery in any of the things she does. But he's worth it.
She only hopes she's worth the headaches she's no doubt caused him.