the recovery project [2]

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fiona

he pulls away and looks shocked, trying to form words. well, that's new. "i... can't."

she bursts out laughing again, which quickly turns to a sob. "why can't you just kiss me back? is there something wrong with me? why can't you just l-love me?"

"how much have you had to drink?"

"so you think you're all high and mighty and that you're too good for me with you stupid ass smart shit, huh? and i'm some peasant or some shit and... and... you asshole!"

she rolls her eyes and gets up to stomp away, but his hand snakes around her wrist to bring her back. "i'm sorry, i normally don't use physical contact on women without consent, but you need to get home, and seeing that you're clearly not thinking straight, it's best if you just come home with me."

she folds her arms in defiance, tapping her foot. "how do i know i can trust you?"

"you don't. you can stay here and get wasted completely until someone else that isn't as nice tries something worse, or you can come with me."

she holds her arms out. "take me now, my savior."

he hoists an arm around her and helps her into a cab as they drive in silence.