[ For as much as she can't bring herself to look properly at him, she can sense that he's not looking at her either; she's sure that if he were, she'd feel it, the way she feels it when eyes are on her as she walks through Mondstadt's cobbled streets. Between that, and the tension in his voice, she feels herself tense a little, her breath stuttered and short.
Gods, if Amber was here, she'd laugh right now. She's reasonably confident that only she could make kissing an attractive man look like the hardest thing in the known universe. And despite herself, she feels the color start to creep up her cheeks once more, especially once she feels his eyes actually on herโ
(surely, she tells herself, that's ridiculous; one cannot truly feel a gaze, it's just that in the case of the Mondstadters, she knows it's there)
โHer own gaze shifts, a forced movement up into his face, and her stomach knots to find the scarlet of his eyes looking right back at her.
There's a sudden, strange urge to greet him. She bites it back. ]
You don't have to apologize.
[ They're both woefully out of their depth, after all. ]
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Gods, if Amber was here, she'd laugh right now. She's reasonably confident that only she could make kissing an attractive man look like the hardest thing in the known universe. And despite herself, she feels the color start to creep up her cheeks once more, especially once she feels his eyes actually on herโ
(surely, she tells herself, that's ridiculous; one cannot truly feel a gaze, it's just that in the case of the Mondstadters, she knows it's there)
โHer own gaze shifts, a forced movement up into his face, and her stomach knots to find the scarlet of his eyes looking right back at her.
There's a sudden, strange urge to greet him. She bites it back. ]
You don't have to apologize.
[ They're both woefully out of their depth, after all. ]