[ She feels as if she scarcely knows what she's doing, a feeling she hasn't known since she was a young girl, but that which Thoma has time and time again soothed over the course of their friendship. This time is no different; she feels her hesitation melting away drop by drop when he kisses her back duly, when his hand comes to rest at her cheek in a gesture so tender and intimate that she doesn’t know what to do with herself.
When they finally pull apart by necessity, it’s just barely so. She swears that she can still feel his lips against hers when he speaks, or perhaps it’s her imagination… Though what he says does have her pulling away just a bit more, as if his words have brought the full weight of what they’ve done to bear. Ayaka shrinks back into herself, like a flower closing at night…
I don’t know what came over me, she wants to say, but her head feels hazy, and instead she mutters, quietly, ]
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When they finally pull apart by necessity, it’s just barely so. She swears that she can still feel his lips against hers when he speaks, or perhaps it’s her imagination… Though what he says does have her pulling away just a bit more, as if his words have brought the full weight of what they’ve done to bear. Ayaka shrinks back into herself, like a flower closing at night…
I don’t know what came over me, she wants to say, but her head feels hazy, and instead she mutters, quietly, ]
W-Was… Was that alright…?