Maeve
This is different than anything she's ever done. It doesn't feel like working. It doesn't feel like he's here just for her body. It feels like something more and less all at the same time. He's careful with her, taking his time brushing what he can and getting it ready to cut. He's taking care of her and it shouldn't make her heart clench, but it does.
His hands curl at her shoulders as he leans over her, meeting her gaze and giving her one last chance to back out. She takes a deep breath, "Cut it.." Maeve says softly, fingers twisting in her lap as she waits for him to make the first cut.
His hands curl at her shoulders as he leans over her, meeting her gaze and giving her one last chance to back out. She takes a deep breath, "Cut it.." Maeve says softly, fingers twisting in her lap as she waits for him to make the first cut.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
