As he proceeded to insist she stay for the tea, not steaming and sat in front of her on the little counter, she felt her heart squeeze tight in her chest. He was so nice, damnit. "Takes something a little stronger to get me to sleep," she let slip, her walls coming down the smallest bit.
She bit her lip to stop herself from saying more. Kieran looked so good right now, she couldn't help but notice even if she hated it. He looked rumpled and stressed and the short sleeves of his tee were a little rolled up in a very James Dean way and he wore gray sweatpants like a porn star. She swallowed and stopped looking at him, focusing on her tea and taking a big gulp despite it still being hot enough to scald her throat the whole way down.
"Um, well, anyway, I'm sorry. I know you want to enforce boundaries, especially after I made such an arse of myself, and I'll do my best to heed them. Your boundaries. I mean. Well, after this. Because this is definitely not respecting boundaries, just showing up like this." She was rambling. She sucked at this. Had she learned nothing from dating someone for a whole year? Then again, Albie was just as young and dumb as her, and they hadn't exactly been the most mature in their relationship. There had been a lot of seduction and silliness and whining about her condition. Oh, that hurt, thinking of him, for the shortest of moments. More hot tea, yes, that was the solution. It burnt her tongue.