Drinking them all under the table isn't going to be a problem.
Verity's had to fight for every scrap of good feeling she's ever had. Emotional brawling is second nature for her. Trusting is another thing. And now she's let Matt in. None of the fighting, not with him; none of the pain demanding payment in kind. If they're brawlers they're fighting back to back now, and let the storms come.
They're two of a kind in so many ways. It's easy to predict him. Sometimes. But not often enough that there's no delightful surprises. Sometimes less delightful ones. There's a little prick of pain when he seems so surprised. She knows she's unlovable but he's not supposed to agree. And now he's hurting, and she regrets telling him.
"I love you, Matthew." He can hear the truth of it. "I want to be with you." She lifts his hands and turns them so she can kiss the backs and then the palms. "Should I not have told you? I don't want to keep secrets but if you don't want to know things, I won't tell you."
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Verity's had to fight for every scrap of good feeling she's ever had. Emotional brawling is second nature for her. Trusting is another thing. And now she's let Matt in. None of the fighting, not with him; none of the pain demanding payment in kind. If they're brawlers they're fighting back to back now, and let the storms come.
They're two of a kind in so many ways. It's easy to predict him. Sometimes. But not often enough that there's no delightful surprises. Sometimes less delightful ones. There's a little prick of pain when he seems so surprised. She knows she's unlovable but he's not supposed to agree. And now he's hurting, and she regrets telling him.
"I love you, Matthew." He can hear the truth of it. "I want to be with you." She lifts his hands and turns them so she can kiss the backs and then the palms. "Should I not have told you? I don't want to keep secrets but if you don't want to know things, I won't tell you."