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This man had never been told ‘no’, and never thought he would be. Those were the men you had to watch.
Like a fool, he blurted out, “You’re little.” She snorted. “You’re disgracefully tall. What’s your point?” “Disgracefully?” “It’s indecent,” she said. “You can’t possibly need all that height.
If she said, Oh, I thought you were suggesting that we talk in the future, and I planned to prepare for that interaction in advance because I have to plan most conversations very carefully so that I don’t freak other people out… Well, he’d probably be freaked out.
Ruth decided that the next time she saw Evan Miller, she would wear her best pyjamas.
Evan failed to see how anyone could not get along with Ruth. Yes; she was prickly and awkward and blunt to a fault. She was also adorably excitable, unapologetically passionate, and secretly, achingly, shy. But then, a man like Daniel would respond poorly to a woman like Ruth. He seemed to expect instant adoration, and Ruth wasn’t capable of that. Evan liked her wariness. It made every inch of her trust a reward.
The friendship they’d built would be so easy to shatter, if he pushed. He knew it. So he wouldn’t push. He’d make his own position clear—not with words, because she’d hate that, but in any way he could. And then he’d let her do the rest. If she wanted him, eventually, she’d show it. It wasn’t a solution, but then, Ruth wasn’t a problem.
Sometimes my mind gets overwhelmed and all I can do to cut through the confusion is lash out. Sometimes I think about one thing and remember another and see another and hear another, and that’s just too many things, and I don’t handle it well. You shouldn’t want to kiss me, because I clearly don’t deserve you.
Sometimes her mind spit out recycled epithets instead of actual thoughts. Sometimes her mind was someone else’s weapon.
“There are some things you don’t get over. You just accept them and keep breathing. That’s enough.”
“Fanfic is good for my heart. Running is a disaster waiting to happen, and you know it.”
“But I can promise,” he continued, “that I will always treat you as you deserve to be treated. That I will always respect you. That I won’t lie to you or betray your trust. I try not to say never, but I will say this: hurting you is something I would never choose to do. I swear.”
“It’s just, I want to do things with you. Not to you. There’s a difference.”
Hah. As if telling her not to stress could ever stop her from stressing.
“You feel how you feel and that’s fine. The important thing is talking through it.”
“Okay. You caught me. I have not slept with 5000 men. Yet.” “Shocker.” “Rude!” “I’m sure you could,” he said, his voice teasing. “If you really wanted to. Live your dreams, and all that.” “I appreciate the support.”
