Lacey
Her heart ached so badly. Was it breaking? She thought it'd already done that. Could a heart break many times over? Apparently so. Terribly inconvenient, that. So terribly painful.
She must have taken a long way back, or just had walked so slowly or aimlessly. Wasn't too sure, really. Because by the time she reached Reilly, the tears had finally dried to her face, the pathetic little sniffles long gone. Her eyes were still downcast as she neared, but eventually lifted with a weary glaze as she stopped, a despondent half-smile forced to her lips and her voice once again hollow as he was perhaps used to.
Thanks, Reilly. I guess I'll take it from here.
Thanks, I really needed that, was defnitely not coming out of her. Turned out she didn't need her solitude quite as much as she thought. Not when it included Kirby and all the amazing, sexy things he did to her. Not when she was a complete idiot, so stupid, and wanting more than she could ever have. From anyone. God, such an idiot.
Oh, hell. And the bastard had distracted her from washing his scent off her. Damn it. Fabulous. Kirby and sex lathered all over her to shout all the mistakes she kept making. Really damn delightful, amazing, wonderful mistakes, but also pretty painful mistakes. Her own fault, of course. Such a stupid, miserable girl. Her face flushed, and she hoped and begged that the wind had been strong enough to blow it off her. God, how awful if Reilly learned of it.
She found she was rendered speechless now as she avoided his eyes and shifted uncomfortably, smothered in her self-torment and angst over whether he would know what happened while she was away. It sucked to think of him learning of it, and she wasn't really sure why. Would it bother him? Would it make him leave? He was all she had, didn't he know? Just him and the kids. The first puncture into her heart wasn't enough, now she had to worry about losing him too.
What the hell was happening to her.
How'd she keep getting herself into these messes?
