Ever since we met I only shoot up with your perfume,
It's the only thing that makes me feel as good as you do
It's the only thing that makes me feel as good as you do
She wasn't wrong, this was why he'd had no desire to ever be in 'love' with a woman, it wasn't sane to feel this way about anyone. He'd willingly put himself in the way of a bullet for her and she hadn't even asked it of him, what would he do if she asked? He'd opened Pandora's box now and there was no closing it. All the logic and reason in the world couldn't fix his brain now. He'd fought his attraction to her for so long that at some point he'd gotten used to the yearning, dismissed it as purely lust, but it had always been more than lust. He'd felt drawn to her almost immediately and foolishly had allowed himself to lower his guard as soon as he'd determined that she wasn't too good to be true. But perhaps she was after all, she'd betrayed him. It was a soft betrayal in a manner of speaking - she'd only accepted Macnair's offer after he'd filled her head with vile nonsense and clearly felt betrayed by him first even if it was a fictional betrayal on his part. Probably. He still didn't know exactly what had changed her mind. She had betrayed him though, he couldn't blame her for what Macnair had said to her but he could blame her for believing it so readily. That hurt too much to gloss over.
His spiraling ground to halt abruptly when he realized what she said. His instinct was to get up off his damn knees and do what gentlemen were supposed to do when in the presence of a swooning lady but he couldn't. He was certain any attempt to stand up would immediately make obvious his physical impairment. Never mind that it would a pain worse than what he was currently experiencing. If she was feeling lightheaded perhaps she wouldn't notice if he also looked as if he was about to pass out, or that he was moving like he had the body of a 175 year old wizard.
Well he had to get off the floor sometime, there would be no opportunity to be alone in the room unless she did faint and then he couldn't just let her fall. Bracing himself, he moved his right leg so that his right foot was squarely on the ground. It hurt but nowhere near as much as the other one would. Maybe he could get away with leaning mostly on the right side. He launched himself of the ground and staggered to his feet, eyes almost watering and he felt dizzy with pain. He placed a steadying hand on her shoulder
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