Possum held her close because he didn’t know what else to do, and at least this way, the words stopped coming out at a hundred miles an hour. And he didn’t have to see her eyes, big and wet as oceans. Didn’t have to watch her chew the inside of her cheek, like she did when stressed. Didn’t have to see her red cheeks, so he could stop imagining the other way he’d see them.
When they fucked.
He shifted to the side, hoping his almost erection would go unnoticed. This was not the time for that kind of thing.