A dream is a wish your heart makes...
07-30-2014, 02:37 PM
She didn't know how much he could see, or how much he could decipher from her body language, but she hoped it wasn't too bad. She didn't want to be seen as the damsel in distress forever. He would move closer and a familiar nervousness would flutter within her stomach, she couldn't forget about their encounter. Of course as his lyrics left his dark lips she realized how much he could actually see. She would look away, slightly embarrassed about how terribly she was hiding the discomfort. He would continue though, and her bicolored gaze would come back up to meet his. He would even mention the last time they'd been together and she could feel her cheeks burn red, though there would be a mischievous smile playing on her features. She didn't regret that time with him, not in the least. In fact, were she given another chance she would happily take it again. "They're better, but unfortunately very much still bothering me. Though I hope you don't think it was because of, umm the other night." She'd smile sheepishly, did he know how much she'd enjoyed him? "Speech" Think "You" |