...I mean, I got that, alright. You don't hafta say anymore.
[She doesn't, because he gets it, and he doesn't want to, because every second that passes is another second that he's still obviously and painfully mortified and awkward and more nervous than he'd like to ever admit and even more happy than that. This time, when he's scratching at his head and looking away, it's to hide both his red cheeks and a dumb smile threatening to break across his face.
Mumbled, because his lips need to be occupied without showing that smile he knows will be ugly. Kissing again sounds like a better idea, he did like that..]
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[She doesn't, because he gets it, and he doesn't want to, because every second that passes is another second that he's still obviously and painfully mortified and awkward and more nervous than he'd like to ever admit and even more happy than that. This time, when he's scratching at his head and looking away, it's to hide both his red cheeks and a dumb smile threatening to break across his face.
Mumbled, because his lips need to be occupied without showing that smile he knows will be ugly. Kissing again sounds like a better idea, he did like that..]
'm glad.