It's been a while. I know every reason why it's been a while, though it's hard to remember them all in the thick of all this... senses overwhelmed by the sound and the press of bodies. It was months before I even let myself so much as look at a woman after what happened, and it just figures that that woman would be Layla Miller, a femme fatale if ever there was one, because my life has always been something out of fiction. I want this -- the vast majority of me wants this -- but there's a gap the size of the Grand Canyon between what I want and what I should actually do. Underneath the alcohol-induced haze, my better judgment is screaming.
A sound of approval escaped Jamie's throat as his hand drifted lower, nails catching on the fabric of her dress. He was dizzy -- drunk off more than whiskey. He didn't particularly care, eagerly -- hungrily -- meeting each kiss from Layla with one of his own.
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Date: 2010-02-18 11:57 pm (UTC)A sound of approval escaped Jamie's throat as his hand drifted lower, nails catching on the fabric of her dress. He was dizzy -- drunk off more than whiskey. He didn't particularly care, eagerly -- hungrily -- meeting each kiss from Layla with one of his own.