[ It was almost unprecedented for Jess to have someone there when she woke up from a nightmare (or to wake her up from one; she couldn't be sure which was the case and would be mortified to ask). In their long tenure living together, Trish was uniquely privy to that defect of hers. Jess's other relationships were all short enough that her boyfriends lucked out and never had to deal with it. However, several of those relationships were longer than she'd yet known Shadow. Something to pore over later.
So she wasn't used to the clinginess that overcame her, a strong physical urge to keep him close. That, too, would be mortifying if expressed. She refused to give into it. ]
Whiskey. No glass, just the bottle. [ Her grip turned slack and she withdrew her arm from him. Had she been holding on that tightly the entire time? Jesus. ]
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So she wasn't used to the clinginess that overcame her, a strong physical urge to keep him close. That, too, would be mortifying if expressed. She refused to give into it. ]
Whiskey. No glass, just the bottle. [ Her grip turned slack and she withdrew her arm from him. Had she been holding on that tightly the entire time? Jesus. ]