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For just a beat, she was powerless to do anything besides gape at him. Though she hadn't been fully aware of it until just that moment, she realized she'd been expecting him to challenge her decision, to judge her for it. It had been her father's way...so it had become an expected thing for her. Now, in the aftermath of her stormy emotional reaction, it seemed not only silly, but completely absurd. This was Seth...not her father. Seth, who'd known her only as relation to the biggest group of trouble makers in town when he'd taken her to his home. Seth, who had not judged that relation...and had accepted her for who she was. She couldn't rationalize why she'd thought he'd be upset by what she'd done...and knew only that his words had effected her so deeply because they'd breached the confidence she'd placed in that decision. "You're not upset. Of course you wouldn't be." She said finally, giving her head a little shake. "I'm sorry. I'm not used to this rebellious stuff. And I'm definitely not used to people being okay with it when I do decide to break the rules." The last bit might have been laced with bitterness before the death of her overbearing father--but she'd long since laid that to rest. Now, it was said with simple observation. A slight shiver ran it's course through her slight frame as the silvery droplets of water continued to patter down around them. She glanced down at her clothing upon his statement, giving a snort of laughter at her appearance. Her skirt was plastered to her slim hips, looking more black than brown in its saturation. Her pale pink blouse had become positively transparent, outlining the coral lace of her bra perfectly. Her suit jacket dripped buckets, it seemed...though at least it did help the see-through factor of her shirt. "My bags are probably in Huston..." She was supposed to have had a two hour layover there. "I didn't exactly stop to think about details when I got of the plane." She gave him a slightly embarrassed glance as she attempted to tug her suit jacket more firmly across her breasts. Her heart did a little flip in her chest as he moved, shrugging those broad shoulders out of his jacket. She moved closer as he went to wrap the fabric around her, aware that her lips had begun to quiver as her shivering had become something much better described as quaking. "Thank you.." She murmured, then chuckled lightly as his words sank in. "I won't argue that logic. But then again...what kind of rational person would ditch their only pair of shoes in an airport?" Good lord, had she actually done that? It was all so hazy now...like she'd been an outside watching the whole thing instead of the one actually doing it. "But in the spirit of avoiding hypothermia...I guess I can humor you." She spoke through chattering teeth, though somehow managed a sassy smirk. As cold as she was...something about being pressed to his muscular side caused flashed of heat to course through her, and visions of various ways they could find to warm up to play in her mind. Once inside, she paused, looking to him for direction. She didn't want to get water everywhere, but supposed it was an unavoidable thing. They were both soaked to the bone, after all. It seemed the storm of emotion that had plauged her the entire morning had passed--she was finally feeling whole...back to her herself, but even more. She was happy, liberated...and excited for the next chapter of her life. So what if she had ends to tie up? She'd have to go to New York to clean out her home and put it up for sale...not to mention, pick up her car. Those things were small hurdles in the face of the one she'd just cleared. She was on the way to a new beginning...and hell, she thought she just might take a trip to the Salvation Army with all of her old clothes and belongings. If she was going to do this...she might as well do it right, eh? _______†______†______†________ Touch me I'm cold Unable to control Touch me I'm golden And wild as the wind blows And tumbling tumbling Don't go, fascination If just for tonight darling, .L e t s. g e t. l o s t.  †2010 Dodge Challenger† †Furious Fuchsia† | |