[ Susato stops mid-thought, mouth hung open. Then at his question, she just clamps it shut, burying her face behind a hand that clamped over her mouth, almost in disbelief. Why is this so hard? Does she want this, or not?
Perhaps her hang up is the small part of her that wants it, while the overly rational part of her knowing that she shouldn't. That they were supposed to be taking it slow--whatever that meant. Her nails start to dig into the wax of the candle, which is the only reason she stops squeezing. ]
. . . [ Just say yes. And yet, when she opens her mouth, all that comes out is, ] You are lucky that I love you.
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Perhaps her hang up is the small part of her that wants it, while the overly rational part of her knowing that she shouldn't. That they were supposed to be taking it slow--whatever that meant. Her nails start to dig into the wax of the candle, which is the only reason she stops squeezing. ]
. . . [ Just say yes. And yet, when she opens her mouth, all that comes out is, ] You are lucky that I love you.