Abby's glossing over specifics, but she's saying enough for Clarisse to figure out what she means. Somehow it hadn't occurred to her that Abby might feel that way, like she'd been the one pushing them both over the line, like she'd started everything and been wrong to do that.
Clarisse can't remember a lot of the specifics of what happened before they fucked. Not because she was too high, just in that way of memory coalescing around something big that happened and smoothing out a lot of the littler details. She thinks, yeah, Abby might have been the one who started talking about it—thinking about people, asking Clarisse if she'd ever thought about her.
But it had been fun, she'd liked it. It had made her feel stupid and brave, and she'd been the one who moved to sit so close to Abby that they were almost on top of each other already. She had been the one teasing her, just waiting til Abby asked her the right question.
"I didn't know that it was bothering you." Clarisse bites her bottom lip and corrects herself: "Because of that. I thought it was just... awkward because we're friends, you know?"
"I'm sorry. I should've been honest about it. It's been bugging me too," she says in a rush. She feels like she needs to stand up and start pacing around the room, there's all this sudden nervous energy in her arms and legs. "Thinking that it would seem to you like I only said what I said and did what I did because I was using you to replace her." Because how could Abby not think that? Fuck.
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Abby's glossing over specifics, but she's saying enough for Clarisse to figure out what she means. Somehow it hadn't occurred to her that Abby might feel that way, like she'd been the one pushing them both over the line, like she'd started everything and been wrong to do that.
Clarisse can't remember a lot of the specifics of what happened before they fucked. Not because she was too high, just in that way of memory coalescing around something big that happened and smoothing out a lot of the littler details. She thinks, yeah, Abby might have been the one who started talking about it—thinking about people, asking Clarisse if she'd ever thought about her.
But it had been fun, she'd liked it. It had made her feel stupid and brave, and she'd been the one who moved to sit so close to Abby that they were almost on top of each other already. She had been the one teasing her, just waiting til Abby asked her the right question.
"I didn't know that it was bothering you." Clarisse bites her bottom lip and corrects herself: "Because of that. I thought it was just... awkward because we're friends, you know?"
"I'm sorry. I should've been honest about it. It's been bugging me too," she says in a rush. She feels like she needs to stand up and start pacing around the room, there's all this sudden nervous energy in her arms and legs. "Thinking that it would seem to you like I only said what I said and did what I did because I was using you to replace her." Because how could Abby not think that? Fuck.