"I mean, I think so." She feels her cheeks burning red. All of this is so new, but not in a fun way—it's just uncomfortable, but she's determined to persist and push through in favor of learning. This is pivotal. She looks away, feeling unusually coy. "I don't regret what we did. When I think of it, no part of me reacts unfavorably. I connected with a part of me that I didn't think existed."
Her eyes fall, distant and distracted. She feels uncharacteristically shy, and doesn't know how to look at him. "...But I don't know what it means, now. I don't know if I should be worried about where it came from, for either of us, or if I should be concerned about our paths ahead."
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"I mean, I think so." She feels her cheeks burning red. All of this is so new, but not in a fun way—it's just uncomfortable, but she's determined to persist and push through in favor of learning. This is pivotal. She looks away, feeling unusually coy. "I don't regret what we did. When I think of it, no part of me reacts unfavorably. I connected with a part of me that I didn't think existed."
Her eyes fall, distant and distracted. She feels uncharacteristically shy, and doesn't know how to look at him. "...But I don't know what it means, now. I don't know if I should be worried about where it came from, for either of us, or if I should be concerned about our paths ahead."