[ It's the sweetness of her breath that pushes Emery into leaning back — into leaning away for her in case he gets the impulse to do something utterly silly. He likes Elle, likes how she's let him into her life, but ... ]
What about when you know you can't have what you want?
[ His response is little more than a murmur. ]
I don't mind being alone.
[ Which is almost true. Emery's long since grown used to being lonely. He leans back on one hand, trying not to look at the scarlet sliver of Elle's nightwear. ]
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[ It's the sweetness of her breath that pushes Emery into leaning back — into leaning away for her in case he gets the impulse to do something utterly silly. He likes Elle, likes how she's let him into her life, but ... ]
What about when you know you can't have what you want?
[ His response is little more than a murmur. ]
I don't mind being alone.
[ Which is almost true. Emery's long since grown used to being lonely. He leans back on one hand, trying not to look at the scarlet sliver of Elle's nightwear. ]
... Really.