You did? [ He's got a favorite song and he's read at least her band's Wiki page; she'd be worried she was picking up a fan except he's more of a colleague now, and at this stage of their acquaintance, she's having a hard time thinking of him as anything other than what he is: a handsome man who looks at her like she's worth something, worth knowing. And Eddie's never had very good self-control.
He lets his head fall down a little, leaning in closer to her, and she lets her fingertips play along the back of his neck, slipping beneath the collar of his borrowed shirt to touch his warm skin. ]
Tommy. [ God, he's sweet. How the hell is an Army vet, a fucking sniper, so sweet? She can believe he was raised Catholic, a true believer, that he never let himself go out and have too much of a wild youth, when he says shit like that to her. How the hell is she supposed to resist that? ] I'm hardly an angel, papi. Kind of the opposite, really.
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Date: 2025-05-25 02:29 am (UTC)He lets his head fall down a little, leaning in closer to her, and she lets her fingertips play along the back of his neck, slipping beneath the collar of his borrowed shirt to touch his warm skin. ]
Tommy. [ God, he's sweet. How the hell is an Army vet, a fucking sniper, so sweet? She can believe he was raised Catholic, a true believer, that he never let himself go out and have too much of a wild youth, when he says shit like that to her. How the hell is she supposed to resist that? ] I'm hardly an angel, papi. Kind of the opposite, really.