"No," I answer truthfully, pulling back a little but not moving off of him. It's stupid, but I almost feel like pulling away now might make things worse. "But... you're always sayin' you don't know what you want, you know? Maybe you... don't." I look down, fingers twisting in the hem of his t-shirt, and I probably look like a fucking kid sitting in his goddamn lap.
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Date: 2007-03-27 09:41 pm (UTC)