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They lay like that for long minutes, a fluttery blur of kisses and fingers and fearlessness
that didn't seem likely to last. Finally, she put her palm flat against his cheek and
pressed her lips to his gently. "Thank you for that," she said softly. He ran his finger
down the side of her face and smiled down at her.
"Well, yes, it was quite a lot to ask of me." He slowly moved away from her, unsure now
what was next.
She sat watching him, how drop-dead gorgeous his eyes were, how rough his hands
seemed, how his soft mouth curved into so many kinds of smiles. Suddenly, she
laughed. "I know, I know, you have to go home." She swept her mouth with the back of
her hand. "I'm not really sure what to say."
He sighed and reached for her hand. Holding it tenderly, he shrugged. "I think that we
just did something that was definitely something . . . and definitely not something else."
She stood up and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "That's exactly what I was
thinking."
***
"Joey," Dawson said as he picked up her reluctant hand. "I know you may have had
those feelings about Pacey at one point, but I also know -- and you know, too -- that that
was never permanent."
She stared hard at him. "And what makes you say that?"
He looked back blankly, hesitating. "Well, frankly . . . it didn't last, did it?"
"Dawson, just because my relationship with him didn't work out, that doesn't give you the
right to act like it was some kind of summer flirtation that was doomed to fail when we
went our separate ways after the big campfire at the end of our four weeks at camp."
She shot him a look that he read as defensive, which was unfortunate, because he
would have been better off reading it as foreboding.
"Hey, you can't blame me for the fact that the dynamic wasn't exactly stable. Maybe if
you had based it on something real to begin with, instead of what you seem to be telling
me it was based on, which was apparently sex, it might have lasted a little longer." This,
he would think later, was a mistake.
"What the hell are you talking about, Dawson?"
"Well, Joey, you just told me this was some kind of lust connection from the beginning,
so excuse me if I'm not surprised that under those circumstances, he didn't exactly turn
out to be the love of your life." He met her eyes as she jumped up from her seat.
"Who says he didn't?" She watched as Dawson registered this. He didn't merely look
disappointed, or even depressed. Something in him seemed to sink into the ground, as
if some part of what held him up had collapsed.