[ It turns out that Eddie very much needs that extra time. Most of it is spent in front of the mirror of his tiny bathroom, staring his reflection and begging himself not to fuck this up. Yes, he had hooked up with Nancy once, at a time that feels ages ago. It wouldn't have been the first time that he was some girl's drunken choice, even if it had felt somehow different. There was no reason for that, besides the ridiculous crush he had been harboring for years now.
Nancy Wheeler was so impossibly out of his league it wasn't funny, but that hadn't stopped him. She had her shit together, knew what she wanted, and god damn if that wasn't the hottest thing in the universe. Eddie only drags himself away from the mirror after he's brushed his teeth and dabbed on some cheap cologne, hoping that it won't be too overwhelming. He's trying so hard to not be himself, as if Nancy is expecting someone other than Eddie to be pulling up in front of her house.
And then he's there, fingers trembling as he shuts off the van. Ok, he can do this. He can totally do this. It's just meant to be a hook up, after all, nothing he should be worrying about. Eddie feels like he blacks out in the time it takes to get from his van to her front door, and when she opens it-- holy fuck. He thinks he might die right there, the way she looks so effortlessly casual and impossibly hot.
The kiss shouldn't surprise him, but it manages to set his chest on fire, and it takes everything he has to muster up the ability to kiss her back. He loves it, the way she's always in charge, knows just what she wants and isn't afraid to get it. When she pulls back, Eddie is left pink cheeked and panting, a stupid grin plastered across his face. ]
Hey. [ He lets his hands reach out, finding a comfortable place on her hips. ] That's not how you greet all your guests, is it?
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Nancy Wheeler was so impossibly out of his league it wasn't funny, but that hadn't stopped him. She had her shit together, knew what she wanted, and god damn if that wasn't the hottest thing in the universe. Eddie only drags himself away from the mirror after he's brushed his teeth and dabbed on some cheap cologne, hoping that it won't be too overwhelming. He's trying so hard to not be himself, as if Nancy is expecting someone other than Eddie to be pulling up in front of her house.
And then he's there, fingers trembling as he shuts off the van. Ok, he can do this. He can totally do this. It's just meant to be a hook up, after all, nothing he should be worrying about. Eddie feels like he blacks out in the time it takes to get from his van to her front door, and when she opens it-- holy fuck. He thinks he might die right there, the way she looks so effortlessly casual and impossibly hot.
The kiss shouldn't surprise him, but it manages to set his chest on fire, and it takes everything he has to muster up the ability to kiss her back. He loves it, the way she's always in charge, knows just what she wants and isn't afraid to get it. When she pulls back, Eddie is left pink cheeked and panting, a stupid grin plastered across his face. ]
Hey. [ He lets his hands reach out, finding a comfortable place on her hips. ] That's not how you greet all your guests, is it?