2.28- I'm Here

"Exactly." She pressed a hand to his chest, as if triumphant. "That's the deal we made, remember? All week, we stayed alone. The weekends are— different."

He was more annoyed than he should have been. "Well, we can have sex on weekends." He said that to annoy her. He said that because he was angry, and he hated himself for it because dealing with his feelings was clearly the last thing she needed.

But man, she pushed him away when he tried to comfort her, and Victor wasn't one to be told what to do and where to go. She needs him. She needs reassurance. Or, as she said, does she need space?

"Yes," she agreed without looking him in the eye. "B-beautiful. But now I want to go to my room and take a shower and go to bed," she admits, her voice trembling so that all the anger, and frustration he’s felt evaporates in a puff of worry.

"Okay," he said after a pause, surprising himself with his resignation. But Amy was telling him what she needed; he'd be a fool if he wouldn't listen.

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