Phoebe
I've been very hopeful so far
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
She let him take the bottle, a flash of frustration flashing across her gaze. She should be able to open a bottle on her own but she couldn't, not with the blight coursing through her veins. But she managed to rein it in, breathing deeply through her nose, fingers curling into the blanket once the glasses were laid out. Quietly she watched as he poured the glasses, then picked hers up.
"Maybe." she said cheekily. Phoebe had nearly gotten the glass to her lips when suddenly, he grabbed her arm and she looked over at him wide eyed. Her cheeks reddened slightly at his implications. "I don't know what I looked like then, I couldn't see myself." she said with a small smile.
