Maeve
She waits. Waits for him to close the distance, to tighten his grip, to finally kiss her. Except he doesn't. At first she's confused, brows drawing together as his warmth draws away. Instead she's left with the cool ocean air to press kisses to her lips. Maeve slowly opens her eyes when he speaks. The words look like they hurt for him to force out. Like this hurts. In the few tense seconds that follow his mumbled apology, Maeve debates if she should leave or not. Give him space.
Instead her arms wrap around his neck and she tucks herself closer to him in a hug. "It's okay... You're not ready for that. I get it." And she does get it. Really. They aren't just sugar sweet words meant to soothe him. She means it. Maeve draws back to look at him, concern filling her eyes. "I'm not upset."
Instead her arms wrap around his neck and she tucks herself closer to him in a hug. "It's okay... You're not ready for that. I get it." And she does get it. Really. They aren't just sugar sweet words meant to soothe him. She means it. Maeve draws back to look at him, concern filling her eyes. "I'm not upset."
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
