She was small, but she fit against him better than he might have imagine. Not that he'd imagined this, of course. No, most definitely not. She was small, and he couldn't for the life of him remember if they were the same age, or not. If they'd been in the same year, or if he'd ever seen her outside of school until the island. She was something to be ignored. To be tolerated and ridiculed.
A year ago, he wouldn't be able to live with himself after this. It's amazing what desperation will do to a person.
Walking her back toward the bed, when he felt her hit the mattress, he practically tossed her onto it, pulling off his own shirt and climbing over her before he could change his mind.
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Date: 2009-10-08 02:30 am (UTC)A year ago, he wouldn't be able to live with himself after this. It's amazing what desperation will do to a person.
Walking her back toward the bed, when he felt her hit the mattress, he practically tossed her onto it, pulling off his own shirt and climbing over her before he could change his mind.