He's a rather noisy boy even when saying nothing. His rushing blood, blooming close to the surface of his skin-- thud-thud-thudding heartbeats-- the beginning of sweat, although that tickles her nose more than her ears.
It piques her interest and her appetite. Paloma rocks forward and back, sighing almost imperceptibly, because how could she possibly feed on Henry Jekyll from here on in?
He's rather a weenie. It causes quite a bit of that thudding and sweat.
"Well, I am prone to being...rather tongue-tied..." He gives her a little smile. But it's quickly back to bashfulness in working up the courage to kiss her cheek. Actually doing it is just pathetic, as quickly as he does it, he's pulled back and taken his hands back to himself.
She's also intrigued to see him moving, bravely breaching the little distance between them. Her exclamation of is as soft as it is disappointed, against Paloma's better judgment.
Cold night air replaces the warmth his hand brought when it clung to hers, yet the small smile doesn't leave along with him. "Oh. Goodnight."
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It piques her interest and her appetite. Paloma rocks forward and back, sighing almost imperceptibly, because how could she possibly feed on Henry Jekyll from here on in?
"Thesaurus will do you better."
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"Well, I am prone to being...rather tongue-tied..." He gives her a little smile. But it's quickly back to bashfulness in working up the courage to kiss her cheek. Actually doing it is just pathetic, as quickly as he does it, he's pulled back and taken his hands back to himself.
"Good- goodnight!"
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Cold night air replaces the warmth his hand brought when it clung to hers, yet the small smile doesn't leave along with him. "Oh. Goodnight."
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