She doesn't flinch when Cougar snaps at the others, but she does close her eyes reflexively, something about his tone and the sharpness of his voice making her want to shy away.
Yes, it's embarrassing that she kissed him without thinking about it. Yes, the rest of her team are giant dickbags who won't let this go for years. Yes, the fact that they were apparently betting on them is ridiculous and stupid and so entirely like them.
She just hadn't expected Cougar to shut down like this. He must be really angry.
Feeling miserable and small in a way she doesn't often feel, she lets him grab her hand and tow her across the tiny living room to the balcony, giving serious thought to just throwing herself off it when they get there to spare herself the humiliation of what's going to come next. The balcony is barely big enough for both of them to be out here at the same time, but they manage to fit, Cougar shutting the door behind him and blocking her exit, forcing her to try and make as much space between them as possible by pressing herself against the iron railing, the metal hot in the morning sun and burning against the small of her back.
"I know, I'm sorry," she whispers, clutching at her coffee in both hands like a lifeline and looking at the small hole in the seam of the shoulder of his shirt instead of his face. She can't bring herself to see the shock and rejection she knows is there. When he carries on in Spanish, she makes a low, miserable sound and closes her eyes. She can't translate right now. "English, Cougar, please."
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Yes, it's embarrassing that she kissed him without thinking about it. Yes, the rest of her team are giant dickbags who won't let this go for years. Yes, the fact that they were apparently betting on them is ridiculous and stupid and so entirely like them.
She just hadn't expected Cougar to shut down like this. He must be really angry.
Feeling miserable and small in a way she doesn't often feel, she lets him grab her hand and tow her across the tiny living room to the balcony, giving serious thought to just throwing herself off it when they get there to spare herself the humiliation of what's going to come next. The balcony is barely big enough for both of them to be out here at the same time, but they manage to fit, Cougar shutting the door behind him and blocking her exit, forcing her to try and make as much space between them as possible by pressing herself against the iron railing, the metal hot in the morning sun and burning against the small of her back.
"I know, I'm sorry," she whispers, clutching at her coffee in both hands like a lifeline and looking at the small hole in the seam of the shoulder of his shirt instead of his face. She can't bring herself to see the shock and rejection she knows is there. When he carries on in Spanish, she makes a low, miserable sound and closes her eyes. She can't translate right now. "English, Cougar, please."