[ She's glad that he closes his eyes despite the words he speaks, because a flush of color races up her cheeks, a heartbeat or two skips in the too-fast rhythm in her chest, a slowly-loosening knot in her stomach tightening within the same moment. Her fingers tense against the fabric of his vest.
The argument could be made that "something" doesn't mean what it sounds like it means, but with the heat that he's still giving offโ no longer scorching, but hotter than it was even in the first moment that he sat with herโ there's no doubt in her mind that he does mean it that way.
She nods, even though his eyes are closed. When she speaks, her voice is strained, and this time not from the anxious thoughts racing around her head, but from the effort to keep herself from pouncing on him like a cat in heat. ]
Yes... Of course. Try to rest, and if it doesn't workโ well, I'm here.
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The argument could be made that "something" doesn't mean what it sounds like it means, but with the heat that he's still giving offโ no longer scorching, but hotter than it was even in the first moment that he sat with herโ there's no doubt in her mind that he does mean it that way.
She nods, even though his eyes are closed. When she speaks, her voice is strained, and this time not from the anxious thoughts racing around her head, but from the effort to keep herself from pouncing on him like a cat in heat. ]
Yes... Of course. Try to rest, and if it doesn't workโ well, I'm here.