Oh, that hurt, coming from him. April looked utterly pained and then wrenched herself from his grip with an aborted sob.
"No, I'm not joking! You think that makes me a freak?! That I can't control myself or something?" She blinked damp lashes back at him, and thought of all the times she had struck him. Of how he had taken it without protest, even when she'd split his lip and given him a concussion. Cowed by the thought, she turned away, scrubbing at the tears on her cheeks with the heels of her palms.
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Date: 2005-10-12 08:04 pm (UTC)"No, I'm not joking! You think that makes me a freak?! That I can't control myself or something?" She blinked damp lashes back at him, and thought of all the times she had struck him. Of how he had taken it without protest, even when she'd split his lip and given him a concussion. Cowed by the thought, she turned away, scrubbing at the tears on her cheeks with the heels of her palms.