She hugs him, her breasts pressed against him and, guiltily, he wishes he
wasn't wearing a sweatshirt. He wraps his arms around her, squeezing her
gently.
"Of course I came," he says. "And, honestly, I was more scared that I'd
upset you than I was of him."
His heart is hammering in his chest. He tries to ignore it.
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Date: 2023-03-05 09:18 am (UTC)She hugs him, her breasts pressed against him and, guiltily, he wishes he wasn't wearing a sweatshirt. He wraps his arms around her, squeezing her gently.
"Of course I came," he says. "And, honestly, I was more scared that I'd upset you than I was of him."
His heart is hammering in his chest. He tries to ignore it.