[ There goes her heart again, fluttering away. Yep, she's definitely excited. ]
That's just a sign of your short-sighted mind, so it's fine.
[ Grinning at her wit, she tugs over the most beaten up book of the bunch, half of its wear most likely her fault. It's a collection of Emily Dickinson's poems, and she's checked it out a lot, devouring it voraciously each and every time.
She moves in closer too after flipping to a certain poem, "If I can stop one heart from breaking." As she holds the book up for him to see, one of her thighs presses against his. She doesn't think much of it. It's comfortable. ]
This one's my favorite. [ Her finger taps the title. ] Go on! Read it!
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That's just a sign of your short-sighted mind, so it's fine.
[ Grinning at her wit, she tugs over the most beaten up book of the bunch, half of its wear most likely her fault. It's a collection of Emily Dickinson's poems, and she's checked it out a lot, devouring it voraciously each and every time.
She moves in closer too after flipping to a certain poem, "If I can stop one heart from breaking." As she holds the book up for him to see, one of her thighs presses against his. She doesn't think much of it. It's comfortable. ]
This one's my favorite. [ Her finger taps the title. ] Go on! Read it!