I shouldn't like it so much, the way Blue looks in my shirt. It's just a piece of fabric and I know that the skin beneath it, though clean, is still raw and tender. And yet, it's too easy to imagine her walking through the bedroom door, wearing those clothes for a different reason. While Blue's distracted by Élan, I try to make my face be neutral.
It's hard when she gives the bunny a little pat and I know I'm smiling a bit foolishly.
"Hey," I say, pushing the mug toward her. "It's hibiscus. Is that okay?"
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Date: 2018-11-22 01:12 am (UTC)It's hard when she gives the bunny a little pat and I know I'm smiling a bit foolishly.
"Hey," I say, pushing the mug toward her. "It's hibiscus. Is that okay?"