HIATUS

I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.

     Just because they were assigned to work together, didn’t mean Jessica had to like it. And she damn well wouldn’t. It wouldn’t surprise her if someone put the two of them together on purpose simply because of their fight. Fury had a funny way of doing things sometimes and this seemed like a Fury-thing. It only fueled her will to work in hopes that she could get out of this cabin and away from him as fast as possible. The longer they were in the same palce together, the more likely a fight was going to happen. Again.                               “In the kitchen. Get it yourself.”      Stepping forward, she grabbed his bag and dropped it onto the floor without a moment’s hesitation. Her face held her trademark ‘I’m seriously pissed at you’ look as she spoke,                                    ”No bags on the table.”      And with that she turned away and moved to the bedroom, slamming the door as hard as she could muster. (Okay, maybe not as hard as she could muster because it might come off it’s hinges. ) Taking a seat on the bed, Jess lowered her head into her hands. This op suddenly went from being an absolute breeze to being hell on Earth.

"Thanks."

[text] ooh good

[text] I kinda feel like romance is a little separate from sexting but okay

[text] everything huh? 

[text] I’m already on my way

[text] Nah not this time