[ Hilda can't quite decide what's more shocking. Her lighting bolt realization, the mild burn she had suffered (that's in the moment dramatics speaking. It probably isn't that bad. Probably), or the fact that he's suddenly in front of her. Why she would have thought he wouldn't after she had let out a yelp of surprise is beyond her but once again her mind chooses to focus on other things.
Namely the way that his hands hold hers with the same tender quality that he's looking at her now. He's been closer, kissed her, did sinful things to her with his mouth - but for some reason this leaves her feeling tongue tied, sends a tremor of warmth that she can feel in her bones. It probably has everything to do with the thought that crystalizes in her mind: she likes him.
Oh no. Oh no, no, no. A murky echo of her voice telling him she wanted him - all of him, his heart, his body, his mind - rings out. That's what the missing piece from that night had been. That was what she hadn't been able to name, had been too afraid to look closely at that day on the balcony.
A nervous laugh falls from her mouth, her cheeks sporting a pink flush as she tries to pull her hand from him. ]
I'm fine! Just a little burn. The matches weren't lighting - I've never been very good at striking them in the first place.
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Namely the way that his hands hold hers with the same tender quality that he's looking at her now. He's been closer, kissed her, did sinful things to her with his mouth - but for some reason this leaves her feeling tongue tied, sends a tremor of warmth that she can feel in her bones. It probably has everything to do with the thought that crystalizes in her mind: she likes him.
Oh no. Oh no, no, no. A murky echo of her voice telling him she wanted him - all of him, his heart, his body, his mind - rings out. That's what the missing piece from that night had been. That was what she hadn't been able to name, had been too afraid to look closely at that day on the balcony.
A nervous laugh falls from her mouth, her cheeks sporting a pink flush as she tries to pull her hand from him. ]
I'm fine! Just a little burn. The matches weren't lighting - I've never been very good at striking them in the first place.