[He can't promise her anything. And honestly, she's not expecting him to. The edge of desperation that she's feeling right now isn't something that's his responsibility. But he's saying the right words, using phrases like you and me and figure it out. They're incredibly attractive phrases to someone that's desperate for some kind of connection to the living world.
Her teeth press against her lower lip for a second as her dark eyes look up to his face. A light nod shortly follows, agreeing with what he's just said.]
Yeah. How hard could it be to figure out if we work together, right?
[A hand reaches up so she can comb fingers through her hair, pushing it up and out of her face. The dark strands are tucked behind her ear, more a nervous gesture than an act of comfort. But her eyes don't leave his, seeking reassurance in the intensity that she sees there. She hardly knows him, but he's quickly become someone she trusts. He's a friend, someone that's willing to help her figure things here out.
Her eyes look down to his lips, then back up to his eyes.
But we're here. You and me. So we figure it out.
His words replay in her mind as she inches in a little closer. They can figure it out later. Right now, this conversation is steering dangerously close to becoming intense and emotional. She takes control and distracts herself from feeling those emotions by closing the slight difference between them by rising up on her tiptoes to steal a kiss. If her lips are busy against his, then she doesn't have time to keep the conversation going. ]
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Her teeth press against her lower lip for a second as her dark eyes look up to his face. A light nod shortly follows, agreeing with what he's just said.]
Yeah. How hard could it be to figure out if we work together, right?
[A hand reaches up so she can comb fingers through her hair, pushing it up and out of her face. The dark strands are tucked behind her ear, more a nervous gesture than an act of comfort. But her eyes don't leave his, seeking reassurance in the intensity that she sees there. She hardly knows him, but he's quickly become someone she trusts. He's a friend, someone that's willing to help her figure things here out.
Her eyes look down to his lips, then back up to his eyes.
But we're here. You and me. So we figure it out.
His words replay in her mind as she inches in a little closer. They can figure it out later. Right now, this conversation is steering dangerously close to becoming intense and emotional. She takes control and distracts herself from feeling those emotions by closing the slight difference between them by rising up on her tiptoes to steal a kiss. If her lips are busy against his, then she doesn't have time to keep the conversation going.
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