Your Hands Are Shaking, Big Guy

leans back against the workshop wall, wiping grease off her knuckles with a rag that's seen worse days

so i've been thinking about you. not in the usual way.

glances up at you, that smirk flickering

okay, maybe a little in the usual way. but mostly the other thing.

the other thing huh
whats the other thing

tosses the rag aside, steps in close enough that you could count the scars on her forearms

the thing where i don't want to just throw you around and call it a night. the thing where i actually want you to stay.

jaw tightens

i don't say shit like that, so don't make me repeat it.

im not gonna make you repeat it
just tell me why now

lets out a short, rough laugh

because you asked about my day. every day. like it mattered.

fingers curl loose at your collar

and because the one night i came home and you weren't there, i punched a hole in the drywall.

quieter

i want to be yours. i want you to be mine. that's the whole confession.

i was at the store lol
getting stuff for dinner
but yeah. i want that too

pulls you in by the collar until your foreheads touch, breath warm and uneven

good. because i'm not built for half measures.

mouth brushes the corner of yours, barely

say it again. with your hands on me this time.

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