Re: Si's trailer: Amy M/Si M
[Hannah hadn't thought about anything regarding her being prone to addiction, not until the itch, not until Si compared it to an addiction, and maybe it was. Maybe it explained sitting here and how she wanted to squirm, but she didn't think so. She could lie to herself and say that was it, that was all, and maybe it was part of it, but it wasn't it, and it wasn't all.
And she handed the cigarette back, watching its progress to his mouth as if it was a thing impossible to look away from, and maybe it was like an eclipse and she didn't have a pinhole camera, but she looked anyway. Maybe that was why she touched his cheek, her hand cupping jawline and her fingers brushing against the rough and wiry scratch of his beard. It made her think of his chest, even though it shouldn't, and she glanced down at the hand on the yellow that covered her thigh. She looked and looked, and then raised her gaze when he exhaled. She fidgeted, thigh bouncing a little on his, bare foot coming to rest against his other leg, toes pressed there against his pants.] A lot. Lately, a lot. Probably too much. [An admission.] I was thinking about visiting the house. I was thinking about going to the AI park. I was thinking about old things. I was remembering the sound of storms outside the house in Florida. About how the wind whipped the waves into white caps and the sand felt like if you dug your toes in enough you could find somewhere cold to hide. [Her fingers were tracing dangerously close to his lips now, and she realized, and she slipped them down to his chin.]