[ she sucks in a breath when she feels his hand on her face and notices just how close he's gotten. her eyes start to slide shut, like she's anticipating a kiss in spite of herself, but then she feels his lips brush the corner of her mouth, instead. it's reasonable— she's sick and they really shouldn't be messing around like this in the first place— but at the same time she can't help but feel a little frustrated by it.
on one hand, the spark between them is nice (especially now that they can act on it without things getting uncomfortable and awkward), but on the other, it leads to situations like these, where regardless of what happens, nobody really wins. ]
I'm pretty sure a little waiting won't kill you. [ she's failing pretty miserably at keeping her cool at this point, and the tension she's feeling is coming through in her voice. ] Stuff like that makes it better in the end, anyway, right?
[ kind of like how absence makes the heart grow fonder. ]
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on one hand, the spark between them is nice (especially now that they can act on it without things getting uncomfortable and awkward), but on the other, it leads to situations like these, where regardless of what happens, nobody really wins. ]
I'm pretty sure a little waiting won't kill you. [ she's failing pretty miserably at keeping her cool at this point, and the tension she's feeling is coming through in her voice. ] Stuff like that makes it better in the end, anyway, right?
[ kind of like how absence makes the heart grow fonder. ]