[Eventually her singing trails off into just humming, until their foreheads are pressed together and their noses are brushing against one another. She can feel his breath warm against her, and knows it would be so easy to kiss him. And she very nearly does, up until she realizes this isn't the right time.
She's rushed so many things. She can't rush this. Not with him. Panic at the thought of her ruining whatever this is between them fills her and she abruptly stops humming, pulling back and causing the blankets to tug down around them so they're back out in the open once again.]
We should -
[She can't think of a single thing they should be doing. But she's definitely flailing, fingers knitting together in anxiety. It's with a self-conscious laugh that she pulls herself out of bed and over toward her notebook. If she opens it up and looks at it hard enough, maybe he'll believe she has something very important to tend to.
And maybe if she lies to herself a bit more, she'll believe there's absolutely nothing between them for her to be nervous about.]
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She's rushed so many things. She can't rush this. Not with him. Panic at the thought of her ruining whatever this is between them fills her and she abruptly stops humming, pulling back and causing the blankets to tug down around them so they're back out in the open once again.]
We should -
[She can't think of a single thing they should be doing. But she's definitely flailing, fingers knitting together in anxiety. It's with a self-conscious laugh that she pulls herself out of bed and over toward her notebook. If she opens it up and looks at it hard enough, maybe he'll believe she has something very important to tend to.
And maybe if she lies to herself a bit more, she'll believe there's absolutely nothing between them for her to be nervous about.]