For a moment even he believed her despite being in on this and knowing it wasn't real.
He could never truly hurt her again... could he? Was that side of him still willing?
His hands curled up into fists more and he felt weak again, trembling. This was his own plan and he was already fucking up two minutes into it. No.
"Damn... it," he grit out, wanting to still look menacing but failing miserably, his head pounding in that confusing ache again as he turned and punched the wall beside her instead, head hanging.
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He could never truly hurt her again... could he? Was that side of him still willing?
His hands curled up into fists more and he felt weak again, trembling. This was his own plan and he was already fucking up two minutes into it. No.
"Damn... it," he grit out, wanting to still look menacing but failing miserably, his head pounding in that confusing ache again as he turned and punched the wall beside her instead, head hanging.