[Lisbeth nearly sighs into the kiss like some hopeless romantic. It's just been so long since she had kissed him. A part of her hates how vulnerable she's become with him. She promised herself after Stockholm that she'd never let those stupid fantasies fill her head again. She is most parts logical, only ruled by emotion when it comes to anger. However, Jesse makes other emotions spring forward, those that have existed all this time, but whose growth was stunted by a really fucked up childhood and adolescence.
Even though her head is swimming, Jesse's use of the past tense isn't lost on her. It makes her pause and she opens her eyes. She feels like she's swallowed an ice cube and it's landed heavily at the bottom of her stomach.
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Even though her head is swimming, Jesse's use of the past tense isn't lost on her. It makes her pause and she opens her eyes. She feels like she's swallowed an ice cube and it's landed heavily at the bottom of her stomach.
Lisbeth doesn't know why he'd say that.]