Swiftcurrent Creek My girl don't want me cause of my dirty laundry

Fine, It came out automatically, the kind of response someone gives when they've already decided not to give any kind of real response. The kind that says: sorry, we're closed! It was what Reverie did best, shutting down and shutting out anyone who might care — a way of running without really running.
Except it didn't work so well this time, because she promptly started to cry. Embarrassed, Reverie looked away from Moss. This was not how she'd envisioned things going when Moss returned. And through it all she still burned with desire turned shameful and shy, insecure now because she could not imagine anyone wanting to touch her. Least of all Moss, who was far too good for her and perhaps realizing that even as they spoke.