[That earns a surprised noise out of her, but she falls with him into the flowers anyway, petals flying up as they land in the grass and her head on his chest. A few get caught in their hair, and when she looks at him, she brings a hand up to pluck it away from his ear.
And without ever taking her eyes off him...]
Yeah, much better from here.
[There is a beat that passes, or several if she is judging by her own heart, before she glances up at the sky, no longer able to hold his gaze when she feels her cheeks growing warm.]
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And without ever taking her eyes off him...]
Yeah, much better from here.
[There is a beat that passes, or several if she is judging by her own heart, before she glances up at the sky, no longer able to hold his gaze when she feels her cheeks growing warm.]
You know any of the constellations?