[ his eagerness sets her heart on fire, suffusing the murmur with confused but willing reciprocation.
how awful. she’d meant to use this opportunity to dig into everyone else—not have her own feelings mined in turn. and she can’t help it—she can’t. the way he looked at her, thought of her…
there are whispers of anxiety, affection, and sharp refusal, followed swiftly by: ]
Where are you? I want to see you again. Show me where you are.
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how awful. she’d meant to use this opportunity to dig into everyone else—not have her own feelings mined in turn. and she can’t help it—she can’t. the way he looked at her, thought of her…
there are whispers of anxiety, affection, and sharp refusal, followed swiftly by: ]
Where are you? I want to see you again. Show me where you are.