He stood in one smooth, quick motion, and leaned down to press a kiss into her forehead. "Good night, sis. Text me where you want to meet for lunch, then."
And he turned before she could get a good look at his face. Because it still wore that mixture of slow, but hot-burning anger and, the rarest of all, on him, guilt.
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Date: 2014-09-14 10:44 pm (UTC)And he turned before she could get a good look at his face. Because it still wore that mixture of slow, but hot-burning anger and, the rarest of all, on him, guilt.