[And then, unexpectedly, his face is so close to hers. Her eyes lock onto his, and her mind tells her to move back, but her body won't comply. The moment hangs still for awhile, and her breath catches in her throat. God, she feels like an adolescent school girl. Already, she can feel her cheeks flushing.
Why did this keep happening? It's no surprise to her that he's a handsome man -- she was aware of that since the night they met -- and she shouldn't keep acting this way. But when he's that close (god, when he speaks, she can nearly feel his breath on her cheek), she finds she becomes completely and utterly useless. She can't remember the last time she felt like this, this intense self-consciousness, this enduring curiosity of what is he thinking, and what if he leaned in just a little closer-
And then the moment is over, and she retreats, leaning back. She bumps her head lightly on the car as she attempts to straighten.]
You- ow. [A hand comes up to rub at the soreness. She's such a moron. She's acting like a fool, thinking these wayward thoughts.]
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Why did this keep happening? It's no surprise to her that he's a handsome man -- she was aware of that since the night they met -- and she shouldn't keep acting this way. But when he's that close (god, when he speaks, she can nearly feel his breath on her cheek), she finds she becomes completely and utterly useless. She can't remember the last time she felt like this, this intense self-consciousness, this enduring curiosity of what is he thinking, and what if he leaned in just a little closer-
And then the moment is over, and she retreats, leaning back. She bumps her head lightly on the car as she attempts to straighten.]
You- ow. [A hand comes up to rub at the soreness. She's such a moron. She's acting like a fool, thinking these wayward thoughts.]
We're... we're home now.