I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
Truly she should have known better. It should have occurred to her that he might be here. This was his place. Of course there was always a chance he might just pop in. She bristles instantly at his words. All of the hurt and anger flaring to life as venom gathers on her tongue, ready to lash out at him. Maeve spins, eyes red rimmed and dancing with a fire he's likely never seen from her. Definitely not directed at him. Her own shoulders and bridge of her nose are pink from working in the sun the last few days, trying to rebuild her life here so she might have a home again. "What do you care if I do?" She snaps viciously, words sharp as she eyes him, hands balled into fists at her sides. The hurt is evident in the way it twists her features, throat already growing tight just seeming him here.
Why does he have to look so good? So bright and healthy? Fuck, if they haven't switched places. "You don't have to pretend to care anymore, governor. I know I didn't mean shit. I was just a placeholder." She spits the words back at him because she knows that he knows. That Nate surely told him everything. Of the 'weird little girl' who dared to step foot on their doorstep. The whore who thought she had a place. It shouldn't hurt so much, but it does. She thought that they would at least be friends. That they could have something together. She knew that he was never going to pick her. Maeve had accepted that. Even if her heart hadn't fully caught up yet.
Why does he have to look so good? So bright and healthy? Fuck, if they haven't switched places. "You don't have to pretend to care anymore, governor. I know I didn't mean shit. I was just a placeholder." She spits the words back at him because she knows that he knows. That Nate surely told him everything. Of the 'weird little girl' who dared to step foot on their doorstep. The whore who thought she had a place. It shouldn't hurt so much, but it does. She thought that they would at least be friends. That they could have something together. She knew that he was never going to pick her. Maeve had accepted that. Even if her heart hadn't fully caught up yet.
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
