Thanks. [Rey called out, trying her best to keep her thoughts from affecting her mood. That was the problem with her mind at times--when she didn't want to deal with negative thoughts, they had a habit of staying put, refusing to go beneath the surface and be locked away inside a box. And seeing Diego in her kitchen reminded Rey of the number of times Ben would come over--
To talk, to argue, make up, and then leave. Memories that she thought she had made peace with, or maybe she fooled herself into believing it.
You should tell him. Diego should know what he's getting into. Admit it, you're not worth it. Rey combed a hand through her hair, trying to ground herself. There was a faint rumble of her stomach. She ate some of her food at lunch, but couldn't bring herself to finish all of it, and now she was paying the price.]
Right, the cutting board...[She paused in sorting out the grocery items in favor of moving to her cabinets, kneeling down to a lower one and took out a wooden cutting board.] Here we go. [Did she sound normal and not lost in thought? She bit her tongue while handing it to Diego.] And the knife sharper is... [She moved to his side, going to the drawer that was to the left of her to take out the item.] Here.
[Never mind the fact she was right next to Diego. Close enough to smell his cologne and feel his body heat through his clothes. His presence managed to quiet those thoughts and give birth to new ones--how would it feel to have her lips pressed against his or kiss him while she sat on the island--
No. We're not doing that here. Baby steps. Baby steps and taking things slow--and they should focus on making dinner.]
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To talk, to argue, make up, and then leave. Memories that she thought she had made peace with, or maybe she fooled herself into believing it.
You should tell him. Diego should know what he's getting into. Admit it, you're not worth it. Rey combed a hand through her hair, trying to ground herself. There was a faint rumble of her stomach. She ate some of her food at lunch, but couldn't bring herself to finish all of it, and now she was paying the price.]
Right, the cutting board...[She paused in sorting out the grocery items in favor of moving to her cabinets, kneeling down to a lower one and took out a wooden cutting board.] Here we go. [Did she sound normal and not lost in thought? She bit her tongue while handing it to Diego.] And the knife sharper is... [She moved to his side, going to the drawer that was to the left of her to take out the item.] Here.
[Never mind the fact she was right next to Diego. Close enough to smell his cologne and feel his body heat through his clothes. His presence managed to quiet those thoughts and give birth to new ones--how would it feel to have her lips pressed against his or kiss him while she sat on the island--
No. We're not doing that here. Baby steps. Baby steps and taking things slow--and they should focus on making dinner.]
...did you want water or anything?