[ the question makes him pause, brows arching instinctively in surprise. he admires the directness — finds it attractive, even, which isn't helpful given their present situation or the precise line of thought that he's trying to avoid. his eyes flicker from her hands, tracking the way her fingers twist her hair, to her face. ]
Uh, yeah. [ desire sounds either too clinical or too flowery, but the answer remains a yes. all the control in the world can't keep the stripe of pink from his cheeks. to compensate, his tone lilts back into teasing territory. ] Sorry, I meant to pass you a note saying so.
[ a variation on an old classic. do you want to kiss me? check yes or no. ]
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Uh, yeah. [ desire sounds either too clinical or too flowery, but the answer remains a yes. all the control in the world can't keep the stripe of pink from his cheeks. to compensate, his tone lilts back into teasing territory. ] Sorry, I meant to pass you a note saying so.
[ a variation on an old classic. do you want to kiss me? check yes or no. ]