[Just the slightest sharp sigh of frustration when he tries to coax that clarification out of her. She hoped he would understand what she meant and that she wouldn't have to explain, only because she doesn't know how. Doesn't know how to word it without calling it what it is...]
Something.
[She gives him a look, one that pleads with him to not make her say it. Not make her talk about how full her heart had felt as they kissed, as they touched each other. Not make her talk about the way her lips had parted with the words on the tip of her tongue. Not make her realize how terrified she was of those feelings, those words...
It isn't much of an answer, but she doesn't have one.]
no subject
Something.
[She gives him a look, one that pleads with him to not make her say it. Not make her talk about how full her heart had felt as they kissed, as they touched each other. Not make her talk about the way her lips had parted with the words on the tip of her tongue. Not make her realize how terrified she was of those feelings, those words...
It isn't much of an answer, but she doesn't have one.]