Re: Basement: Edge of the action
"I think we all got things like that. Things we hide for all kinds of reasons," she said, still remembering after the kiss that he'd said it. She was good at holding onto things people said. She'd always been good at that, even if she wasn't the best thing that ever lived when it came to holding onto people themselves. It wasn't even that she let go of others, but she had a hard time doing the grabbing in the first place. "You scared off by the notion of being a nuisance?" she asked. She'd never been, but she knew plenty of people that were scared of just that thing. Like standing on a stage, and she wasn't prone to stagefright.
She patted his pockets again, like she'd done earlier, hunting for those smokes. He wasn't moving this time, and she found them fine, but she didn't pull the pack out. Finding them was enough to let him know she wanted one, and she put some breathing between them as she waited for him to light her one, only just avoiding the urge to smack at his hand. "You're supposed to be teaching me to do it right, not telling me I wasn't doing it wrong," she informed him, a hand straying to the hair at the nape of her neck and ensuring it had done any escaping when he'd reached for her.
"I call the shots here, mister," she reminded him. "The kissing wasn't bad," she assured him after a second, her tone kinder. "You got a woman back home?"