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Susie wasn’t always such a nervous girl.
J.J. can’t really remember when that change happened, probably because they’d been so close as children. They’d done everything together. Susie had liked following his suggestions. And even as they had aged, J.J. had realized that part of him always figured that, while everything else in life would change, things between him and Susie would remain the same. He’d make suggestions. She’d follow.
That’s the way things were supposed to be, but even he found it odd, how frustrated it made him when they were apart, when he found that she was following the lead of another.
Hell, even now, when she’s kissing him, managing to surprise him for the second time in their lives together, he knows that some part of him should be appalled, push her away.
But one does not push away things that are natural. Maybe the two of them had always been headed for this exact embrace. Maybe she’s the one who leans in, tentative, shaking, but he’s the one who claims her mouth with his, takes those frail, succulently soft shoulders of hers and curls them beneath his hands.
She folds into him like a sail in a guiding wind, trembling beneath his hands.
And then she pulls away.
A shot of heat floods J.J.’s body. Indignance. An interruption of something that had felt so natural, so right.
He looks down at her. She’s trembling, visibly, and he realizes that his fingers burn with the abrasion, fabric under the pads of his fingers. He’s holding her more tightly than he thought he was.
He releases her, and she shrinks backwards. Her eyes begin to drift from his face, but then she fixes her gaze there, as if she’s afraid of what will happen if she looks away, as if she cannot look away.
Perhaps she feels it too, this completion.
“Is it alright now?” she’s asking, and the tremble is in her voice now. Had he remembered it before Sidney?
Never mind. Everything would be alright now, that things were finally moving back to the way that they were supposed to be.
“Is it alright now?” Susie asks, her eyes wide and strangely luminous in these low lights. “Are you angry? Please say that you’re not angry.”
When he grasps her elbows, she shudders, and heat floods through him again, a different kind.
Delicious.
“Everything is going to be alright now,” J.J. reassures her. “Everything.”
She sighs a little bit when he kisses her this time, a sound of relief.
She’s still trembling, though. But that’s alright.
With him, he’ll fix that.