Dec 10, 2017
@chatoness, cont.
her hands are carefully cupped around a porcelain mug , steam rolling up steadily from the brim . the drink is barely at her lips as the takes pause at the question . there’s a beat . she glances across the table with the faintest of smiles . ❛ why ? you wouldn’t be jealous would you ? ❜
chris realizes in a shameful rush that he would be, a bit, if her answer were affirmative. he drops his gaze, drags a thumb across his lower lip, and sighs through his nose; droops in his shoulders. tall and fit and possessed of selina’s affections is the imaginary foe of the day.
‘ --- yes. ’
