She's. Really quiet. And he can feel her staring at him.
Oh god.
He might actually rip the blankets apart with how tightly he's winding them up in his hands.
Her bed creaks as she stands, and he lifts his head to watch her approach. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, and at her direction, he shifts over, the aches from the fever forgotten with how— heavy everything feels. How awkward and uncertain. They're teetering on the point of a needle, but they've been putting this off too long. They need to fall, one way or the other. ]
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She's. Really quiet. And he can feel her staring at him.
Oh god.
He might actually rip the blankets apart with how tightly he's winding them up in his hands.
Her bed creaks as she stands, and he lifts his head to watch her approach. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, and at her direction, he shifts over, the aches from the fever forgotten with how— heavy everything feels. How awkward and uncertain. They're teetering on the point of a needle, but they've been putting this off too long. They need to fall, one way or the other. ]
Are you— gonna say anything, or...?