[She follows, that tug being the only thing that she needs to go to him. The smoke billows past her lips, and she dabs out the cigar on his desk before going the rest of the way.
That she didn't even have to ask for him to know what it is she wanted... Her heart wrenches and twists, wishing that she could be better for him. Wishing that she could be the person that he thinks he sees her as, and not who she really is.
Another foreign feeling that she tries to ignore as she takes those steps to the bed and settles down upon it, dragging him with her until they both rest their heads on his pillows.
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That she didn't even have to ask for him to know what it is she wanted... Her heart wrenches and twists, wishing that she could be better for him. Wishing that she could be the person that he thinks he sees her as, and not who she really is.
Another foreign feeling that she tries to ignore as she takes those steps to the bed and settles down upon it, dragging him with her until they both rest their heads on his pillows.
And the first thing that comes out of her:]
... You need a bigger bed.