( does she want him? well, maybe. for a night, here and there, or to scratch an itch that's mutually pleasing. there's no denying that. but caroline's learned all too well before she'd arrived in cadelle that forever as a concept wasn't something she could take as an exaggeration anymore. commitments, promises — she couldn't exactly ask for those anymore, could she, when she would be around a lot longer than anyone making them?
so she watches him answer, disgruntled as he may look doing so, over the lip of her glass; she sets it down when it seems he's done, crooning out an answer that's both answer and not all at once. )
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so she watches him answer, disgruntled as he may look doing so, over the lip of her glass; she sets it down when it seems he's done, crooning out an answer that's both answer and not all at once. )
I confessed my sins to the preacher, about the love I'd been prayin' to find. I asked him, "is there a brown-eyed boy in my future" and he said, "girl, you got nothin' but time."