[Her eyes crinkle with her smile, because they both know she can tell--and oh, now that the surprise and most of the awkwardness has passed, she's finding she rather likes this feeling...the satisfaction of knowing just who and what he's responding to, feeling exactly how much he likes their explorations.
...She can imagine the multiple meanings that lie behind his I never thought I'd do it either. She remembers how he called himself a monster, that he died and wasn't ever supposed to come back, and--she leans forward so their foreheads are touching, noses brushing each other. Who he is has always mattered. She loves who he is.
And she loves him for trying to put something so difficult to describe into words, because sometimes it is so hard to qualify something as more than a like or a want. The answer he comes to...makes her heart flutter, pleasant warmth flooding her veins.]
...Yeah, I think...that sounds about right for me, too. So... [Closer, hm? They certainly have...options.] We could...lie down, or... I could, you know--take off your shirt?
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...She can imagine the multiple meanings that lie behind his I never thought I'd do it either. She remembers how he called himself a monster, that he died and wasn't ever supposed to come back, and--she leans forward so their foreheads are touching, noses brushing each other. Who he is has always mattered. She loves who he is.
And she loves him for trying to put something so difficult to describe into words, because sometimes it is so hard to qualify something as more than a like or a want. The answer he comes to...makes her heart flutter, pleasant warmth flooding her veins.]
...Yeah, I think...that sounds about right for me, too. So... [Closer, hm? They certainly have...options.] We could...lie down, or... I could, you know--take off your shirt?