Fic: You Can't Go Home Again (Sophie/Sian, PG-13)
Title: You Can’t Go Home Again
Pairing: Sophie/Sian
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~2,850
Summary: One shot retrospective of their relationship up to New Year’s Eve; Sophie can’t go back to the way things used to be but now she’s got Sian to hold on to.
Author’s Note: the first time I’ve written Sophie/Sian fic :) Enjoy!
Sophie can’t stand being close to Sian and not touching her. She did it without thinking; sliding her hand into Sian’s when they were walking, pressing her shoulder against Sian’s when they were sitting on the sofa, bumping Sian’s foot under the table with her own, and she was fairly sure it would kill her now to have to go back to how things were before everyone knew about them. Stolen kisses in alleyways and work sheds were wonderful and secret and theirs but endless amounts of “palm reading” were hard to explain away after a while.
(Not that she didn’t try, briefly, to fake an interest in fortune telling.)
She knew that they weren’t doing anything wrong, whatever other people might think. In fact, Sian was starting to seem like the only thing Sophie had to hold on to in a world that seemed to be rapidly spinning out of her control: a tram crashed into the street, Rosie had gone, and her dad had done his best to shatter the childhood image she still held of him as a hero, and it was a lot to deal with for one 16 year old girl who had just fought so hard to be accepted for who she was and who she loved.
Holding on to Sian had worked before, of course. When they ran away, they’d always huddled close together in their sleeping bag at night, holding on to each other for dear life and trying to pretend everything was alright when it so very clearly wasn’t.
Sophie remembered the last night before they’d been kicked out of their room, before she’d broken down completely and rang Rosie to come and pick them up. She remembered the way Sian had held her as she’d sobbed that she wanted to go home. Sian had pressed herself tight against Sophie’s back and wrapped her arms around Sophie as the sobs had wracked both their bodies, and whispered over and over again what they had both thought was true: if they went home they wouldn’t be together any more.
Sophie had realised then that she couldn’t even imagine her world without Sian in it anymore, and the thought made her try to snuggle even closer than she already was.
They’d fallen asleep like that after Sophie had cried herself out. When Sophie woke in the morning, Sian was sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing the sleep from her eyes and Sophie felt the loss of contact like a hammer blow. Sian offered her a world-weary smile that no one her age should ever wear and Sophie launched herself across the gap between them and hugged Sian fiercely, wishing she didn’t ever have to let go.
***
When they got home, Sophie held onto Sian’s hand like it was the only thing that made sense as she explained over and over again that she loved another girl and it wasn’t going to change. She saw the expression on her mother’s face change from shock to disgust to concern and back again before settling on grudging acceptance as Sian stood next to her like an anchor, reminding her with a look and a half-smile exactly what she was fighting for.
It got worse before it got better, and Sian’s dad was just about the worst. It took every ounce of self control Sophie had to stand there silently as Vinny went on and on calling them all sorts of awful names, and eventually, she snapped at him like she’d known she would.
(She promised herself then that she would do whatever she could to never see that look on Sian’s face ever again.)
Sian always hugged herself when she was upset, and some secret part of Sophie’s brain had long ago decided to drop whatever she was doing and hug Sian instead, and it was all she could do to stop herself from pulling Sian into her arms and telling Vinny to get stuffed and leave. She knew this wasn’t her fight and she had to let Sian stand up to her dad, but she almost gasped with relief when Sian had said all she could and fell into her waiting arms.
***
Sally made them sleep in separate rooms despite their objections, and Rosie laughed and rolled her eyes, “just in case you get each other pregnant!” Sophie gave Rosie a shove as she walked past and then shot a surreptitious glance at Sian and felt her belly flip flop at the grin Sian thought Sophie couldn’t see.
You’ve taken a vow of chastity, she reminded herself, and for the first time she realised exactly what that meant.
Still, it was hard sleeping apart when they’d been so close in Sheffield. Somehow, Sophie had convinced herself that she’d never have to sleep without Sian’s familiar weight pressed into her side ever again. They tried to steal a few extra moments every night but Sally seemed to have some ability to sense whenever they were alone together and found some excuse to send them off to their separate beds. Sian thought that if they just fell asleep together one night Sally wouldn’t have the heart to wake them up, but she was proven wrong when Sally shook them both awake and sent Sian back to her own bed. Sophie watched Sian shrug behind Sally’s back and disappear with a look that said it was worth a try.
Eventually they gave up, and satisfied themselves with saying their goodnights on the landing. One night Rosie caught them kissing each other like there was no one else in the world and Sophie was pretty sure her sister probably would have forced them into Sophie’s room if Sally hadn’t been right behind her with a disapproving look.
(And she’d be lying if she said her mum was alright with all of this, but it was times like that, when Sian was kissing her desperately, that she found it very hard to care.)
***
Sophie can’t remember what film they were watching when the tram crashed into all of their lives, but she can remember the sound of the explosion and then the whole world shaking like it would never stop. She reached for Sian without thinking, and saw an answering look of fear on Sian’s suddenly pale face.
When they got outside Sophie thought they’d stepped into hell, or at least the hell she’d always pictured, and she dropped Sian’s hand like she’d been burned, irrationally sure for just a second that this was all their fault.
“Soph?”
She blinked and Sian’s concerned face snapped back into focus, and she realised how ridiculous the thought that this was some kind of biblical punishment really was. She threaded her fingers through Sian’s and pulled her further into the nightmare.
***
They found Sally first, then Rosie and Kevin, and all the while Sophie held on to Sian’s hand like it was the only thing keeping her sane. One by one they disappeared again - Rosie to Jason, Kevin to the hospital, and Sally to Molly - and everything seemed to be getting crazier by the second. They stood in the middle of all the destruction long after the Websters had disappeared with their arms around each other the only thing holding them up, until Rosie found them and took them back to the Rovers with everyone else.
Sally wasn’t there to stop them so they wrapped their arms around each other and sunk into one of the booths with Rosie and Jason. They heard the awful things that were happening out on the street without comprehending them - Ashley was dead and Molly was dying and Peter Barlow got out just in time - and desperately tried to think of something they could say to the shell-shocked people around them.
Eventually someone suggested they try to get some sleep and blankets and pillows appeared as if from nowhere. Sophie was just about to doze off when Sian snuggled a little closer to her back and whispered “Soph?” into her ear.
“Mmm?”
“I’m really glad you weren’t in the street tonight.”
“Yeah, you too.”
***
Halfway through the night Sian’s mum phoned and asked Sian to come home. Sophie could hear her sobbing down the phone while Sian looked sceptical and played at entwining their fingers over and over again. Sophie wanted to tell her not to go but she couldn’t force the words out past the lump in her throat so she just nodded when Sian asked if it was ok if she went.
Sophie stood next to her sister and watched her girlfriend disappear.
Sophie wanted more than anything to go with her, but she couldn’t leave Rosie and she hadn’t seen her mum and dad for hours. She would never forgive herself if she wasn’t been there when they needed her.
When she got home her family was falling apart and Sian wasn’t there to hold on to.
***
The funeral was awful but at least Sian was there. When Tyrone realised that Kevin was Jack’s father, Sophie felt the last thread holding her world together fall apart. It was way more than she could deal with, and she ran, unsure where she was going but knowing that she had to get away. Sian trailed after her and begged her to slow down but Sophie still hadn’t forgiven her for leaving after the tram crash when everything started to go wrong.
She didn’t stop.
She called to apologise when she got home, and tried desperately to put everything she was feeling into a voice mail. Sian still wasn’t there when Kevin came home, trying to force his way back in any way he could, and Sophie watched mutely as Rosie and her mum shouted at him to get out.
It was the fourth or fifth time Kevin was trying to justify what he’d done when her phone rang and finally, finally, it was Sian. She grabbed it like a lifeline and disappeared to meet Sian at the bus stop before her parents could object. She was sobbing in Sian’s arms as soon as she got off the bus.
***
They spent two more days apart: the night Sally told Kevin to leave, and the day Kevin came back. It was Sally’s fault; she had seen them in the street together and demanded that Sophie come home with her. Sophie had stood helplessly by as Sally looked at Sian pointedly and Sian, finally getting the hint, had said she’d see Sophie later and walked away. Sophie watched her go numbly, unsure why the one person who could help was leaving her again.
(It was one more thing Sophie secretly blamed Sally for.)
The night that Kevin came back was hands down the worst thing that Sophie had ever experienced. She stayed in the living room for as long as she could stand, torn between her image of her dad as a hero and the awful thing he’d done, before she escaped to her room in tears, reaching for her phone and Sian. They didn’t say much but it was enough for Sophie to know that Sian was there at the end of the phone line, and before they hung up Sian promised that she’d be there as soon as she could.
***
“Sophie, your missus is here!” Rosie banged on the door as loudly as she could and sounded just as grouchy as Sophie felt at being awake at this time in the morning. She opened the door to find Sian smiling shyly as Rosie clomped down the stairs muttering to herself. Sophie hesitated for just a second before pulling Sian into her room.
They spent most of the morning snuggled up together on the sofa watching the telly, and it took Sophie’s mind off things to do something normal for once. Jason and Rosie came round for lunch and Sophie was almost able to fool herself that things were back to normal again.
The peace lasted for about an hour before her dad appeared with Jack - my brother, she realised - and everything was chaotic once again.
Then Rosie was gone and her parents were doing their best to argue every single second of every single day, and it was all Sophie could do to avoid being pulled into the middle of an argument every time she went to make a cup of tea.
***
Days passed and suddenly it was Christmas. She thought she’d never felt less Christmas-y in her life but she did everything everyone expected of her just the same. She went to church with Sian on Christmas Eve, but it felt wrong somehow, as though some imperceptible thing had shifted and she couldn’t find her way back. She watched Sian from the corners of her eyes during the sermon but she listened to the pastor like she always did, and Sophie found no answers there.
On Christmas morning, Sian snuck into her room with a neatly wrapped present clutched tightly in her hands and a grin on her face. Their gifts lay forgotten as Sophie kissed her hard and wished she never had to stop.
(Downstairs, Jack was crying again.)
***
Sophie wasn’t sure why she asked her mum to let Kevin have Christmas dinner with them. She just wanted them to be together again, back to the illusion of a happy family. She pressed her foot against Sian’s under the table and sat through every awkward moment realising with growing certainty that they could never go back to how things used to be. They could only go forward now.
That night she snuck into Sian’s room after Sally had gone to bed and they slept curled around each other tightly in the single bed.
They got up early so Sally wouldn’t notice, but her mum was too busy arguing with her dad, and Sophie didn’t think she’d notice if they were snogging each other silly in the living room.
***
Sophie wanted to scream when Kevin told Sian to leave. She wanted to scream, “Can’t you see Sian is the only good thing I have?” over and over again and never stop, but somehow she managed to stop herself before the words came out.
Later Sophie wouldn’t even let Sian finish her sentences; she had a comeback ready for every single protest Sian made and said them as fast as she could, like her life depended on stopping the words from tumbling out of Sian’s mouth.
“I’m not family!”
“Yeah well, you’re better than family.”
Sophie registered the look of shock on Sian’s face for just a second before it turned into a smile and the other girl pulled her closer.
***
A few days later, Kevin left with Jack, and Sophie was shocked to realise she really did care that he’d gone. She tried as hard as she could to push the thought from her mind.
That night she and Sian sat either side of Sally on the sofa and flipped channels aimlessly, searching for something to take their minds off all that had happened in the last few days.
Sally fell asleep somewhere around her third glass of wine and Sophie caught Sian’s eye over her head and whispered, “I love you.”
***
They weren’t that drunk. Not really. Sophie could still only see one Sian grinning back at her like a dork, sitting on her bed like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Seriously though, like, I don’t know what I would have done without you the past few months...” The words were out before Sophie could stop them, but she meant every single one of them.
“Yeah well, I’m not going anywhere.” Sian sounded puzzled, like she couldn’t imagine any reason why Sophie would be worried about that, and the relief hit Sophie like a wave. “You’ve got me forever now, so...”
“Forever?” Sophie latched onto the word like a lifeboat and quickly looked up to meet Sian’s eyes.
Sian nodded, grinned, “Yeah, forever.”
And Sophie didn’t know who moved first but suddenly they were kissing like they never had to stop and Sian’s fingers were in her hair like they belonged there, trying to pull her closer.
Sian reached to pull her cardigan off and Sophie let her without thinking, wondering why she was wearing all these stupid clothes in the first place.
Sophie leaned into Sian without really thinking about it and Sian fell back onto the bed the same way. Their eyes locked, and Sophie stared down at her silently for a moment, sure that she had never been so sober in her entire life.
If you can’t go back you have to go forward.
“Stay with me tonight. I want you. Please stay with me.”
Sian’s breath hitched in her throat and slowly, far too slowly it seemed to Sophie, she nodded.
Pairing: Sophie/Sian
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~2,850
Summary: One shot retrospective of their relationship up to New Year’s Eve; Sophie can’t go back to the way things used to be but now she’s got Sian to hold on to.
Author’s Note: the first time I’ve written Sophie/Sian fic :) Enjoy!
Sophie can’t stand being close to Sian and not touching her. She did it without thinking; sliding her hand into Sian’s when they were walking, pressing her shoulder against Sian’s when they were sitting on the sofa, bumping Sian’s foot under the table with her own, and she was fairly sure it would kill her now to have to go back to how things were before everyone knew about them. Stolen kisses in alleyways and work sheds were wonderful and secret and theirs but endless amounts of “palm reading” were hard to explain away after a while.
(Not that she didn’t try, briefly, to fake an interest in fortune telling.)
She knew that they weren’t doing anything wrong, whatever other people might think. In fact, Sian was starting to seem like the only thing Sophie had to hold on to in a world that seemed to be rapidly spinning out of her control: a tram crashed into the street, Rosie had gone, and her dad had done his best to shatter the childhood image she still held of him as a hero, and it was a lot to deal with for one 16 year old girl who had just fought so hard to be accepted for who she was and who she loved.
Holding on to Sian had worked before, of course. When they ran away, they’d always huddled close together in their sleeping bag at night, holding on to each other for dear life and trying to pretend everything was alright when it so very clearly wasn’t.
Sophie remembered the last night before they’d been kicked out of their room, before she’d broken down completely and rang Rosie to come and pick them up. She remembered the way Sian had held her as she’d sobbed that she wanted to go home. Sian had pressed herself tight against Sophie’s back and wrapped her arms around Sophie as the sobs had wracked both their bodies, and whispered over and over again what they had both thought was true: if they went home they wouldn’t be together any more.
Sophie had realised then that she couldn’t even imagine her world without Sian in it anymore, and the thought made her try to snuggle even closer than she already was.
They’d fallen asleep like that after Sophie had cried herself out. When Sophie woke in the morning, Sian was sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing the sleep from her eyes and Sophie felt the loss of contact like a hammer blow. Sian offered her a world-weary smile that no one her age should ever wear and Sophie launched herself across the gap between them and hugged Sian fiercely, wishing she didn’t ever have to let go.
***
When they got home, Sophie held onto Sian’s hand like it was the only thing that made sense as she explained over and over again that she loved another girl and it wasn’t going to change. She saw the expression on her mother’s face change from shock to disgust to concern and back again before settling on grudging acceptance as Sian stood next to her like an anchor, reminding her with a look and a half-smile exactly what she was fighting for.
It got worse before it got better, and Sian’s dad was just about the worst. It took every ounce of self control Sophie had to stand there silently as Vinny went on and on calling them all sorts of awful names, and eventually, she snapped at him like she’d known she would.
(She promised herself then that she would do whatever she could to never see that look on Sian’s face ever again.)
Sian always hugged herself when she was upset, and some secret part of Sophie’s brain had long ago decided to drop whatever she was doing and hug Sian instead, and it was all she could do to stop herself from pulling Sian into her arms and telling Vinny to get stuffed and leave. She knew this wasn’t her fight and she had to let Sian stand up to her dad, but she almost gasped with relief when Sian had said all she could and fell into her waiting arms.
***
Sally made them sleep in separate rooms despite their objections, and Rosie laughed and rolled her eyes, “just in case you get each other pregnant!” Sophie gave Rosie a shove as she walked past and then shot a surreptitious glance at Sian and felt her belly flip flop at the grin Sian thought Sophie couldn’t see.
You’ve taken a vow of chastity, she reminded herself, and for the first time she realised exactly what that meant.
Still, it was hard sleeping apart when they’d been so close in Sheffield. Somehow, Sophie had convinced herself that she’d never have to sleep without Sian’s familiar weight pressed into her side ever again. They tried to steal a few extra moments every night but Sally seemed to have some ability to sense whenever they were alone together and found some excuse to send them off to their separate beds. Sian thought that if they just fell asleep together one night Sally wouldn’t have the heart to wake them up, but she was proven wrong when Sally shook them both awake and sent Sian back to her own bed. Sophie watched Sian shrug behind Sally’s back and disappear with a look that said it was worth a try.
Eventually they gave up, and satisfied themselves with saying their goodnights on the landing. One night Rosie caught them kissing each other like there was no one else in the world and Sophie was pretty sure her sister probably would have forced them into Sophie’s room if Sally hadn’t been right behind her with a disapproving look.
(And she’d be lying if she said her mum was alright with all of this, but it was times like that, when Sian was kissing her desperately, that she found it very hard to care.)
***
Sophie can’t remember what film they were watching when the tram crashed into all of their lives, but she can remember the sound of the explosion and then the whole world shaking like it would never stop. She reached for Sian without thinking, and saw an answering look of fear on Sian’s suddenly pale face.
When they got outside Sophie thought they’d stepped into hell, or at least the hell she’d always pictured, and she dropped Sian’s hand like she’d been burned, irrationally sure for just a second that this was all their fault.
“Soph?”
She blinked and Sian’s concerned face snapped back into focus, and she realised how ridiculous the thought that this was some kind of biblical punishment really was. She threaded her fingers through Sian’s and pulled her further into the nightmare.
***
They found Sally first, then Rosie and Kevin, and all the while Sophie held on to Sian’s hand like it was the only thing keeping her sane. One by one they disappeared again - Rosie to Jason, Kevin to the hospital, and Sally to Molly - and everything seemed to be getting crazier by the second. They stood in the middle of all the destruction long after the Websters had disappeared with their arms around each other the only thing holding them up, until Rosie found them and took them back to the Rovers with everyone else.
Sally wasn’t there to stop them so they wrapped their arms around each other and sunk into one of the booths with Rosie and Jason. They heard the awful things that were happening out on the street without comprehending them - Ashley was dead and Molly was dying and Peter Barlow got out just in time - and desperately tried to think of something they could say to the shell-shocked people around them.
Eventually someone suggested they try to get some sleep and blankets and pillows appeared as if from nowhere. Sophie was just about to doze off when Sian snuggled a little closer to her back and whispered “Soph?” into her ear.
“Mmm?”
“I’m really glad you weren’t in the street tonight.”
“Yeah, you too.”
***
Halfway through the night Sian’s mum phoned and asked Sian to come home. Sophie could hear her sobbing down the phone while Sian looked sceptical and played at entwining their fingers over and over again. Sophie wanted to tell her not to go but she couldn’t force the words out past the lump in her throat so she just nodded when Sian asked if it was ok if she went.
Sophie stood next to her sister and watched her girlfriend disappear.
Sophie wanted more than anything to go with her, but she couldn’t leave Rosie and she hadn’t seen her mum and dad for hours. She would never forgive herself if she wasn’t been there when they needed her.
When she got home her family was falling apart and Sian wasn’t there to hold on to.
***
The funeral was awful but at least Sian was there. When Tyrone realised that Kevin was Jack’s father, Sophie felt the last thread holding her world together fall apart. It was way more than she could deal with, and she ran, unsure where she was going but knowing that she had to get away. Sian trailed after her and begged her to slow down but Sophie still hadn’t forgiven her for leaving after the tram crash when everything started to go wrong.
She didn’t stop.
She called to apologise when she got home, and tried desperately to put everything she was feeling into a voice mail. Sian still wasn’t there when Kevin came home, trying to force his way back in any way he could, and Sophie watched mutely as Rosie and her mum shouted at him to get out.
It was the fourth or fifth time Kevin was trying to justify what he’d done when her phone rang and finally, finally, it was Sian. She grabbed it like a lifeline and disappeared to meet Sian at the bus stop before her parents could object. She was sobbing in Sian’s arms as soon as she got off the bus.
***
They spent two more days apart: the night Sally told Kevin to leave, and the day Kevin came back. It was Sally’s fault; she had seen them in the street together and demanded that Sophie come home with her. Sophie had stood helplessly by as Sally looked at Sian pointedly and Sian, finally getting the hint, had said she’d see Sophie later and walked away. Sophie watched her go numbly, unsure why the one person who could help was leaving her again.
(It was one more thing Sophie secretly blamed Sally for.)
The night that Kevin came back was hands down the worst thing that Sophie had ever experienced. She stayed in the living room for as long as she could stand, torn between her image of her dad as a hero and the awful thing he’d done, before she escaped to her room in tears, reaching for her phone and Sian. They didn’t say much but it was enough for Sophie to know that Sian was there at the end of the phone line, and before they hung up Sian promised that she’d be there as soon as she could.
***
“Sophie, your missus is here!” Rosie banged on the door as loudly as she could and sounded just as grouchy as Sophie felt at being awake at this time in the morning. She opened the door to find Sian smiling shyly as Rosie clomped down the stairs muttering to herself. Sophie hesitated for just a second before pulling Sian into her room.
They spent most of the morning snuggled up together on the sofa watching the telly, and it took Sophie’s mind off things to do something normal for once. Jason and Rosie came round for lunch and Sophie was almost able to fool herself that things were back to normal again.
The peace lasted for about an hour before her dad appeared with Jack - my brother, she realised - and everything was chaotic once again.
Then Rosie was gone and her parents were doing their best to argue every single second of every single day, and it was all Sophie could do to avoid being pulled into the middle of an argument every time she went to make a cup of tea.
***
Days passed and suddenly it was Christmas. She thought she’d never felt less Christmas-y in her life but she did everything everyone expected of her just the same. She went to church with Sian on Christmas Eve, but it felt wrong somehow, as though some imperceptible thing had shifted and she couldn’t find her way back. She watched Sian from the corners of her eyes during the sermon but she listened to the pastor like she always did, and Sophie found no answers there.
On Christmas morning, Sian snuck into her room with a neatly wrapped present clutched tightly in her hands and a grin on her face. Their gifts lay forgotten as Sophie kissed her hard and wished she never had to stop.
(Downstairs, Jack was crying again.)
***
Sophie wasn’t sure why she asked her mum to let Kevin have Christmas dinner with them. She just wanted them to be together again, back to the illusion of a happy family. She pressed her foot against Sian’s under the table and sat through every awkward moment realising with growing certainty that they could never go back to how things used to be. They could only go forward now.
That night she snuck into Sian’s room after Sally had gone to bed and they slept curled around each other tightly in the single bed.
They got up early so Sally wouldn’t notice, but her mum was too busy arguing with her dad, and Sophie didn’t think she’d notice if they were snogging each other silly in the living room.
***
Sophie wanted to scream when Kevin told Sian to leave. She wanted to scream, “Can’t you see Sian is the only good thing I have?” over and over again and never stop, but somehow she managed to stop herself before the words came out.
Later Sophie wouldn’t even let Sian finish her sentences; she had a comeback ready for every single protest Sian made and said them as fast as she could, like her life depended on stopping the words from tumbling out of Sian’s mouth.
“I’m not family!”
“Yeah well, you’re better than family.”
Sophie registered the look of shock on Sian’s face for just a second before it turned into a smile and the other girl pulled her closer.
***
A few days later, Kevin left with Jack, and Sophie was shocked to realise she really did care that he’d gone. She tried as hard as she could to push the thought from her mind.
That night she and Sian sat either side of Sally on the sofa and flipped channels aimlessly, searching for something to take their minds off all that had happened in the last few days.
Sally fell asleep somewhere around her third glass of wine and Sophie caught Sian’s eye over her head and whispered, “I love you.”
***
They weren’t that drunk. Not really. Sophie could still only see one Sian grinning back at her like a dork, sitting on her bed like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Seriously though, like, I don’t know what I would have done without you the past few months...” The words were out before Sophie could stop them, but she meant every single one of them.
“Yeah well, I’m not going anywhere.” Sian sounded puzzled, like she couldn’t imagine any reason why Sophie would be worried about that, and the relief hit Sophie like a wave. “You’ve got me forever now, so...”
“Forever?” Sophie latched onto the word like a lifeboat and quickly looked up to meet Sian’s eyes.
Sian nodded, grinned, “Yeah, forever.”
And Sophie didn’t know who moved first but suddenly they were kissing like they never had to stop and Sian’s fingers were in her hair like they belonged there, trying to pull her closer.
Sian reached to pull her cardigan off and Sophie let her without thinking, wondering why she was wearing all these stupid clothes in the first place.
Sophie leaned into Sian without really thinking about it and Sian fell back onto the bed the same way. Their eyes locked, and Sophie stared down at her silently for a moment, sure that she had never been so sober in her entire life.
If you can’t go back you have to go forward.
“Stay with me tonight. I want you. Please stay with me.”
Sian’s breath hitched in her throat and slowly, far too slowly it seemed to Sophie, she nodded.