[ whether he’s put out by the request or not doesn’t matter in the end, because he’s standing up and giving in, isn’t he? she beams brightly, pleased with the direction the night is taking — she’s not opposed to the idea of something especially daring, especially if they’re breaking rules to do it — and glances down to his outstretched hand before slipping her own, paler one into it.
depending on how long they touch, there’s an impression of everything she’s feeling — excitement, giddiness, curiosity, an undercurrent of interest — and once she’s standing she tilts her head slightly, studying him from that adjusted angle. ] Hey, you’re... tall.
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depending on how long they touch, there’s an impression of everything she’s feeling — excitement, giddiness, curiosity, an undercurrent of interest — and once she’s standing she tilts her head slightly, studying him from that adjusted angle. ] Hey, you’re... tall.