Tess wasn't sure it was possible to feel so vulnerable, shoulders tensed and toes curling in her boots.
She held her gaze on Joel a moment longer, until it was too much and she needed to withdraw into herself and focus on herself. Almost mechanically, she boosted herself up onto the exam table, scooting midway down and busying herself with stripping off her undershirt entirely. No point in leaving it in the way or to get mucked up, though Tess imagined she'd just replace the damn thing if she made it through this. The bra could stay; it was so threadbare that it would probably come off with a tug, anyway.
(And, just to make a point, instead of discarding it on the floor with her purple denim shirt, she whipped the undershirt at Joel to catch. Asshole. You hang onto it.)
"Better not," she muttered, laying down and bracing herself.
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She held her gaze on Joel a moment longer, until it was too much and she needed to withdraw into herself and focus on herself. Almost mechanically, she boosted herself up onto the exam table, scooting midway down and busying herself with stripping off her undershirt entirely. No point in leaving it in the way or to get mucked up, though Tess imagined she'd just replace the damn thing if she made it through this. The bra could stay; it was so threadbare that it would probably come off with a tug, anyway.
(And, just to make a point, instead of discarding it on the floor with her purple denim shirt, she whipped the undershirt at Joel to catch. Asshole. You hang onto it.)
"Better not," she muttered, laying down and bracing herself.
Goodnight, Tess.