Her fingers curled into his robes as she exhaled unsteadily. “I’m sorry.” She wasn’t sorry for kissing him, she wasn’t sure she could ever be sorry for kissing him. She was sorry she couldn’t control herself, that she wasn’t strong enough to uphold their arrangement. That she couldn’t bring herself to pull away from him.
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Date: 2014-05-10 04:15 am (UTC)