“Nah, don’t guess so,” devoid of apology, Dean was sluggish in moving away. Hesitant. Betraying the fact that, had she not elected to open her mouth, he’d have laid there contentedly until he was moved. Would’ve laid there, face in Brie’s hair, until he husband came home and they were outed for what they were. It’d have made things easier, at least.
Giving her his back wasn’t strenuous… hadn’t been comfortable, either, however. Rolled away for the sake of lighting up a cigarette he didn’t have a mind to be scolded for. Blowing rings of smoke because talking would only lead to her kicking him out sooner. “But we did.”
She didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to even think it, since it was one of the best nights of her life. Brie didn’t even care that her husband would be home, didn’t care that it would be the final nail in the coffin for them. It was instinct, saying those words, and the moment she did, she wanted to shove them back into her mouth and swallow ‘em whole.
But she couldn’t.
Part of her wanted to grab that cigarette and take a puff from it before tossing it away, but – fuck. Did the guy have to be any more attractive. “We did.” She answers, chewing on her lip. “We could again,” she adds, tilting her head slightly while scolding herself.
