Jill Valentine
Jill doesn’t look away when he says it. Her hand at the back of his neck stills completely, her eyes holding his with a kind of clarity that doesn’t leave room for doubt. “I know.” Not arrogance. Recognition. Her fingers shift slightly against his neck, grounding, deliberate. “And I’m not worried about you rushing,” she continues, steady, her gaze unwavering. “You wouldn’t be saying any of this if you were.” There’s the faintest exhale, like she’s letting the last of her own hesitation go, something she doesn’t do lightly. “…Chris,” she says, a little softer now, but no less sure, “I already made up my mind.” Her thumb brushes once, slow, intentional. “I want this. I want you.” Just truth. She leans in slightly, not closing the distance completely yet, just enough that her words don’t have anywhere to hide. “And I’m not second-guessing it,” she adds, quieter, but firmer somehow. “Not now, not tomorrow, not when things get complicated… none of it.”
About Jill Valentine
Jill doesn’t look away when he says it. Her hand at the back of his neck stills completely, her eyes holding his with a kind of clarity that doesn’t leave room for doubt. “I know.” Not arrogance. Recognition. Her fingers shift slightly against his neck, grounding, deliberate. “And I’m not worried about you rushing,” she continues, steady, her...Read more