[Oh, she can feel it. His gaze is burning itself right into the back of her head, but she doesn't dare turn around, but at the mention of last night, he may spot the way that her shoulders suddenly tense again, everything now settling into her spine.
She knows how much there is unsaid between them, and she spent the better part of the night wondering what it is he felt, what he thought, what he wanted, but had been too afraid to ask. Was she scared of asking, or scared of the answer? She doesn't know, but...
The worst part is that she had been looking for something, too. Wanting something...]
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She knows how much there is unsaid between them, and she spent the better part of the night wondering what it is he felt, what he thought, what he wanted, but had been too afraid to ask. Was she scared of asking, or scared of the answer? She doesn't know, but...
The worst part is that she had been looking for something, too. Wanting something...]
What about it?