"I know. I wouldn't want you to. And even if she came back tomorrow, I... don't think it could be the same with us anyway. Me and her, I mean. You know?"
Clarisse takes a deep breath and lets it out fast, still feeling jittery. It's relieved jittery, but still. She hates that they're still sitting across from each other like this, each making their point like two lawyers presenting a case, so before she can think about it too hard she stands up and crosses the space between them and settles onto Abby's bed next to her.
"You weren't being pushy." Clarisse lifts one shoulder in a shrug, feeling almost embarrassed to admit, "I wasn't sad that night. It was fun."
It was. She doesn't want to say this out loud, she's not sure how she would even explain it, but it was also the first time in months that sex had seemed like something she wanted for herself, something she could think about doing without feeling stressed out or sad. A reminder that she was still a person who could have a life.
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Clarisse takes a deep breath and lets it out fast, still feeling jittery. It's relieved jittery, but still. She hates that they're still sitting across from each other like this, each making their point like two lawyers presenting a case, so before she can think about it too hard she stands up and crosses the space between them and settles onto Abby's bed next to her.
"You weren't being pushy." Clarisse lifts one shoulder in a shrug, feeling almost embarrassed to admit, "I wasn't sad that night. It was fun."
It was. She doesn't want to say this out loud, she's not sure how she would even explain it, but it was also the first time in months that sex had seemed like something she wanted for herself, something she could think about doing without feeling stressed out or sad. A reminder that she was still a person who could have a life.