[She curls up against him, no holding back on the desire to be held and kissed and wanted right now. She presses her face into his chest, breathing in and slowly out again.
But she tenses at the joke. He's teasing. She understands that.
But he's also right.]
I should have. God, Bert, I should have married you.
What was I so scared of?
[Making a mistake? Commitment? Nothing could be as bad as this.]
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But she tenses at the joke. He's teasing. She understands that.
But he's also right.]
I should have. God, Bert, I should have married you.
What was I so scared of?
[Making a mistake? Commitment? Nothing could be as bad as this.]