Re: Loki and Zayden
"Because. I put you through all of that, just to spare myself some discomfort," she said, her voice soft as she looked at him. It felt so good to have his hands cupping her face, to have him close. Loki couldn't even put into words how perfect he was. How welcome of a sight. "I'm sorry for not thinking it would be a big deal to anyone if I refused." She wasn't one of those girls who wanted to die, but she often felt like she wouldn't be missed, and that was incredibly fucked up.
She was eager to take every kiss that Zayden wanted to give, listening to his words as she felt an ache in her heart. She couldn't even imagine what it had been like. She didn't want to imagine. The idea of of losing Zayden was too horrible for words. "What you did?" she repeated, though her confusion and question were quickly lost as he pulled her tightly to him. It was like he was afraid she would disappear into smoke if he let go for even a second. "So did I," she said softly, nestling herself against his chest with a soft sigh. "I love you too. So so much. And I'm glad that we didn't have to live with the knowledge that I let him touch me again between us." Loki managed a soft smile, just enjoyingt he way he looked at her, enjoying that she could even see him and feel him. At least until he started to speak.
Confusion played across her pretty face as he said he had to tell her something and whatever it was, it was something he was sorry for. Placing a hand on his at it caressed her face, Loki was quiet as she let him talk. When he said he'd gone to find the photographer, however, a cold feeling swept through her. A soft noise of distress left her lips, but she didn't speak. She had no words as Zayden kept going, knowing the dirtbag had been expecting her. She didn't want to hear what had happened. She didn't know what it was, but it couldn't have been good if he was struggling this hard to find the right words.
Gasping, her hand went over her mouth as she pulled back a little. "You did what?!" she asked, though she had heard him very clearly. "Oh baby," she murmured as he went on, the horror on her face quickly mingling with fear. "Did he hurt you?" she asked, searching his face and body (that she suddenly realized was shirtless) for any signs of injury. Her search was interrupted, however, as the meaning of his words seemed to sink in. "Wait. The police? They know?"