( ah, wait. he wasn't meant to go along with this? she likes pushing him — about as much as he likes pushing her, she guesses, their relationship always rocky, always full of ups and downs. whether the memories she has of him from the past are real or not, she doesn't know — but she's seen him vulnerable, and he's seen her vulnerable, and that's plenty enough to make her see him differently from others.
it's not something just anybody is allowed to see — she's sure it's the same for him, too. )
... ( well, she's as stumped as it gets, right about now, chest rising and falling in strained breaths as her gaze falls from his eyes down to his lips, then back up.
and then she looks away, embarrassed, lips pursed in a thin line. )
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it's not something just anybody is allowed to see — she's sure it's the same for him, too. )
... ( well, she's as stumped as it gets, right about now, chest rising and falling in strained breaths as her gaze falls from his eyes down to his lips, then back up.
and then she looks away, embarrassed, lips pursed in a thin line. )
Stop messing around with me...