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Shattered Memories Ch 3

Date: 12/18/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male/Female, Romance, Young, Author: Bleargh, Rating: 84.4, Source: sexstories.com

used to it. As I approached the table and sat down, she slowed down her rate of consumption, took a swig of juice and placed the pitcher on the table. I smiled at her. She smiled back.. and then her expression vanished, replaced by a vacant eyed staring into her lap. "What's up?" I asked, slightly worried by the sudden change in demeanour. "Oh. Nothing. Just thinking. Sorry, if I freak you out when I do that, don't worry. I kinda go into my own little world, where I can think clearly." "Huh. No idea what that's like. I'm not a savant, like you." "Oh, stop," she blushed. Ahhh, picturesque, this woman, even after having gobbled down a meal fit for a (fat) king. "I was thinking..." "Breakup speech already? Yeesh, I wasn't even sure this relationship had started." I said it in a light, joking tone, but her steely stare caused my grin to evapourate. "...." "Sorry. I was just trying to lighten up the mood... Look, I'm not even remotely upset about last night. No, seriously. You were sad, you let it out and I just happened to be in the firing line. " Her eyebrows went from flat to jagged in about a tenth of a second. "Don't think you know me." "I don't know you. But now? I really, really, really want to get to know you." "Why? Because I'm a curiosity? Let's all see if we can't help damaged girl, I'm sure she could use it!" Her tone had turned vindictive. I knew she sought to hurt, but I wasn't going to be offended. "No. Because I like you." "So you want to get into my pants that ... bad, huh?" "Nope. I like you." "What do you mean, you like me?" The anger was seeping out of her voice, now replaced by irritation, "Just cut to the chase already!" "I mean, I think you're great. You're just really hurt, that much is apparent. But you're a good person. I can tell." "... What does that even mean?!" Now she sounded distressed. Okay, better close it down. "Short version? I'm a people watcher. I like to observe the smallest details people make and overanalyse them to oblivion. A lot of people think this is a bogus art, but it's not. I can usually tell an entire person's emotional state, and emotional background, just from talking to them. You... are somewhat of a conundrum, but, simultaneously, I can tell in your heart of hearts, you're a good person." "Huh. Yeah, sorry, not going to buy into your optimistic bullshit." "Fine by me. I do, though. And not out of faith in you, as horrible as that sounds, but faith in me and my skills." "Your supreme skills of deduction, Mr. Savant?" "That hurt. It's a point of pride." She looked at me with the strangest expression. It read sorrow and regret. I reached out and grabbed her hand. "Don't even think about it," I whispered, raising a hand to her lips, "You're hurting, I get it, so you wanna lash out. It's natural. I do it all the goddamn time, and if you're going to live with me, we best get this out of the way now. We're going to hurt each other. It's inevitable. But I'll be damned if I let that stop you from smiling." She ...