[ her eyes narrow at that first sign of defeat. it isn't a flat out surrender yet, not with the way his lips purse and his jaw clenches, but she can see it there, working its way to the surface. ]
Maybe thinking of me, [ she repeats in a tone so dry it could have spared kovacs any further toweling (not that his previous toweling had done much of anything—), ] in there. [ she punctuates her words with a pointed look to the bathroom door, still cracked open enough that some steam wafts through.
maybe she's been reading too many romance novels lately, but this isn't usually the way things go when someone confesses to having thought about you in the shower.
she drops her hand, but it's only so she can ball it to a fist at her side. now it's her turn to clench her jaw, and maybe that's why when she speaks again, it almost sounds like a warning. ]
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Maybe thinking of me, [ she repeats in a tone so dry it could have spared kovacs any further toweling (not that his previous toweling had done much of anything—), ] in there. [ she punctuates her words with a pointed look to the bathroom door, still cracked open enough that some steam wafts through.
maybe she's been reading too many romance novels lately, but this isn't usually the way things go when someone confesses to having thought about you in the shower.
she drops her hand, but it's only so she can ball it to a fist at her side. now it's her turn to clench her jaw, and maybe that's why when she speaks again, it almost sounds like a warning. ]
What else did you think about?