[Why explain when you can just make out and hope your point gets across? This is what happens when you're 18 and you're in love and you have no way of really expressing what you're trying to say so actions are the thing you revert to, and he's aware his back's twisted and they should maybe do this somewhere else but with Dave's hand in his hair it's hard to think about that. It's hard to think about anything beyond Dave smelling like apples and the compact space of Casey's front seat and the jittery feeling in the pit of his stomach while he thinks of what he's doing.
Eventually though...eventually he stops and pulls back.]
I don't want you to think I'm trying to justify stuff when I say things like that. Because I'm not. It just is.
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Eventually though...eventually he stops and pulls back.]
I don't want you to think I'm trying to justify stuff when I say things like that. Because I'm not. It just is.