There was a coppery taste in Ritchie"s mouth. She had bitten through her lip again. She hadn"t done that in ages. She thought she had broken that habit for good.
But that bad habit wasn"t the only thing that kept circling back around again.
As much as she told Finn she wasn"t going to let what he was implying get to her, it had. She hadn"t slept at all, and had moved numbly through the morning, barely responding to anything Moreau said to her. It was like everything in her existence was on pause, waiting for this moment with Fitz.
She knew she had to be the one to unpause everything. She just couldn"t quite make it happen.
Fitz was fuming at her. He didn’t want to have this conversation right now. She knew it. He wasn"t looking at her, was staring at a point on the floor of the breakfa
