[Surprise and some guilt will be seen as he expresses his feelings over the matter. In wanting to talk about last night. She'll unconsciously bite her bottom lip as she wasn't allowed to get a word in on the matter. To be far, as much as she wanted to hear his response, she didn't want to neither. All she wanted was to see him; to leave him food since it was the only way she could express her affections for someone without having to express it in words. It was a more no strings attached idea, but now it had some. She was scared in hearing his response. Was he going to ask her to leave? Reject her gently? Flat out? So many ideas were going through her mind until she heard
"I'm glad I'm not dreaming"
It was all it took for the voices in her head to grow silent. For the tears that were threatening to spill out to sting less. Her heart was beating once more when that meaningful smile was seen. A silent exhale will escape upon realizing that there may be hope. One where...it wasn't one-sided. For once, she was able to feel happy at the idea of having a chance to choose. Make her own decision on matters concerning the heart. It was strange to have lived so long without having any interest in this particular subject until now. How does she respond without revealing that she was so close to crying? Easy. Wiping her eyes with her fingers and begin to laugh weakly, out of nerves and giddiness but as a way to mask her earlier emotions.]
...yeah...me too...
[Reaching for his face once more, she'll squish his cheeks for a bit as a penalty for almost giving her a mini-heart attack.]
We should...properly finish preparing breakfast...before I faint from starvation.
[On cue her stomach may or may not be rumbling, feeling indignant over lack of a meal. A pause as she releases her hold on him to kiss the tip of her fingers before lightly touching his own afterwards. Her cheeks will begin to glow warm at the simple gesture.]
Rain check on...any further discussions until we're done eating? [Locking her gaze with his, she'll admit.] ...even though the plan was only to make breakfast, not be seen by you until later, I'm glad that I overslept. I wanted to see you.
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"I'm glad I'm not dreaming"
It was all it took for the voices in her head to grow silent. For the tears that were threatening to spill out to sting less. Her heart was beating once more when that meaningful smile was seen. A silent exhale will escape upon realizing that there may be hope. One where...it wasn't one-sided. For once, she was able to feel happy at the idea of having a chance to choose. Make her own decision on matters concerning the heart. It was strange to have lived so long without having any interest in this particular subject until now. How does she respond without revealing that she was so close to crying? Easy. Wiping her eyes with her fingers and begin to laugh weakly, out of nerves and giddiness but as a way to mask her earlier emotions.]
...yeah...me too...
[Reaching for his face once more, she'll squish his cheeks for a bit as a penalty for almost giving her a mini-heart attack.]
We should...properly finish preparing breakfast...before I faint from starvation.
[On cue her stomach may or may not be rumbling, feeling indignant over lack of a meal. A pause as she releases her hold on him to kiss the tip of her fingers before lightly touching his own afterwards. Her cheeks will begin to glow warm at the simple gesture.]
Rain check on...any further discussions until we're done eating? [Locking her gaze with his, she'll admit.] ...even though the plan was only to make breakfast, not be seen by you until later, I'm glad that I overslept. I wanted to see you.