[I don’t is on the tip of his tongue. A lie that is so easy and so familiar that he almost says it on muscle memory alone. He turns instead, back against the windowsill and his hips jutted forward, an elbow resting back and the joint hanging from his fingers.
He’s already confessed something so quiet that it might not have existed in Hawkins. Man or woman, both. He thinks maybe this would have been easier in California. ]
Because I’ve been hitting on you since senior year, Harrington.
[Casual, he knows. Too frightened of his own father for it to be anything else.]
no subject
He’s already confessed something so quiet that it might not have existed in Hawkins. Man or woman, both. He thinks maybe this would have been easier in California. ]
Because I’ve been hitting on you since senior year, Harrington.
[Casual, he knows. Too frightened of his own father for it to be anything else.]