perhaps it was her stubbornness that made her so adamant on growing past her fear of being touched. or maybe it was just the embarrassment of being engaged and still being terrified of skin to skin contact. no matter, she still wished to change her ways... even if her ideas of doing so were sort of destructive. forcing herself to deal with it as long as she could was not the healthiest way to do it. as she sat in his lap, his arms wrapped around her while she wore a tank top ( another thing that she was scared of ), she couldn't help but feel a mix of absolute fear and being completely flustered. luckily, they had put on a horror movie. partly to distract her and partly so he hopefully wouldn't be so focused on not scaring her.
leaning back a bit, she let herself get as comfortable as she could on the other. yet, she still couldn't bring herself to look at the tv. her brain was focused on the fact that his skin was on hers. it was too close... too close and she almost felt sick. but, then she remembered that this wasn't her monster of a father... it was the love of her life, the only one who ever managed to break down her walls and see the pathetic girl she had spent her whole life trying to hide. odd that a man who claimed to be pure poison was more like her remedy.
" ...hey, arashi. you know, they say if you watch this movie at three am you get haunted for seve days. "
she needed to talk. no, she needed to hear him talk to distract herself. but, she didn't want to say that... or else he might think he was hurting her. // @soulfixed
