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She laughed again, but it was soft and quiet as she folded her arms uncertainly. "He didn't lie about anything," she replied lowly. "Everything...
She laughed a little, looking up at him. "You're not the problem, here," she replied gently, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek. Her voice...
She turned her face into his side, sighing hopelessly. "This all is so weird, Z."
She squinted at him, looking hopelessly embarrassed. "No, I just... that's not..."
She flushed, shaking her head. "Shush! No more! It's not like that, I was talking about, like... teaching."
She giggled, swatting at him playfully before taking his arm. "Wiener."
"There's nothing you need to do," she replied meekly, folding her hands. "It's my own thing I gotta figure out." She laughed a little, looking...
She faltered a little, clearing her throat uncomfortably as she tucked her hair behind her ear nervously. "Z... I mean... look at you," she said...
She frowned, her ears tipping back before she sighed a little. "Okay. I'm sorry. What am I missing?"
She looked surprised, her brow furrowing. "Nothing," she said gently, taking his hand. "You're perfect."
She gave him an embarrassed little smile. "It's fine, Z. We don't have to talk about it."
She squinted before looking away, her brows furrowed in skepticism and embarrassment.
She looked really embarrassed now, tucking her hair behind her ear. "But... well.. you don't do anything about it."
She laughed lightly. “I guess you make me nervous,” she replied, shaking her head. “I assume that if you don’t act the way I do, then you don’t...
She laughed a little, rolling her eyes. “Come on now, Z,” she teased. “You don’t feel like that about me. Showing it and feeling it are the same.”
She flushed deeply, looking up at him. “Well,” she said sheepishly, “I understand that you don’t feel that, but some of us are hopeless.”
"You always are," she mused before laughing. "Which is a weird feeling for me to have. Lust is so weird, Z."
She flushed before squinting at him. "Fine. You were attractive," she said, folding her arms.
She smirked a little. “I figured it wouldn’t feel the same,” she replied. “You looked really... what was the word? Dashing?”
"I figured," she replied. "What does it feel like?"
