[All of those feelings that they had built up while on each side of the door she carries in her chest still, so when he deepens the kiss, she feels them brewing—those terrifying, tender feelings that she wishes she could understand. Bloodied in her dress or not, fake or real, it does not take away from the fact that she had thought those things at all... that she wondered...
Which is why her giggle is loud and clear as he carries her off to the bathroom with her still in his arms.]
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Which is why her giggle is loud and clear as he carries her off to the bathroom with her still in his arms.]
What is stopping us from going straight to bed?