Fics like show, not tell

There was a distance growing between them and something was terribly wrong. It was small at first, turning down coffee and the teetering, misshapen cake she’d tried her hand at baking later in the week. She’d chalked it up to its shabby appearance and questionable skills in the kitchen. But then she noticed other things. Like the way he insisted on the lights off in the bedroom when she sidled up against him and let her hands wander over his body, rucking his sleep shirt (another new development) up his body and insisting it come off now. Like the way he had taken to batting her hands away from him and pressed hard, urgent kisses to her mouth and rolled her over and beneath him, taking control back and shifting the focus onto her. Jack was hiding something from her and she was going to find out what.

Fics like show, not tell

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