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his touch was enough. it reminded her she was starved for it; aside from the usual familial brushes of her daughter, teya lived life largely isolated in that regard. she almost fumbled, cursing internally even as her coolwater eyes blinked in soft surprise. 
brecheliant loved her. she was well-tended here and highly respected and yet a simple touch of encouragement unraveled her. 
pirate queen sorana. now her lips did twist and she nodded with a rapidly distancing look. "first." and the bitterness struck her tongue; "only."
teya realized she was losing control; she looked finally and openly at bronco with sincere apology in her expression. "it been a hard day," she murmured, trying to salvage how badly she was fucking up the end of their conversation. 
"i want —" she said suddenly, then bit her lip, searching his face. "i want — to talk. again. more. another time."
but not now; now her brow was knitting and with a final helpless look, teya cleared her throat and started to stalk away, hoping he would not come after her, as much for her own dignity as the tears racing hotly where bronco could not see.