Kay was beginning to feel embarrassed that she couldn't seem to get a grip, or that her grip kept slipping, so she fought harder to get control of her face, her body language. The truth was that even after so many years, even for a completely justified reason, there was a part of her that hated having him see her so unwound, so sloppy. Hormones, she told herself, making everything worse, but it felt hollow. Maybe technically true.
Still, as Aaron stood there with an arm around her, she finally sucked in a deep breath, and let it out in a sigh. Her shoulders slumped as she did, slowly letting go of some of what she was holding onto, and she finally experienced some success in stilling her besieged brain.
She turned her face in against her partner and sighed again, "shit."
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21/5/14 00:30 (UTC)Still, as Aaron stood there with an arm around her, she finally sucked in a deep breath, and let it out in a sigh. Her shoulders slumped as she did, slowly letting go of some of what she was holding onto, and she finally experienced some success in stilling her besieged brain.
She turned her face in against her partner and sighed again, "shit."