[Setting her brush down, she tipped her head as she watched him. A lot of things went through her mind. The beat of her very heart. The very sight of him. The very implication that he was standing in her room, looking more plain than she'd ever seen him- save his custodian apparel. The concept that his things were in her washroom, like he was...
As if they lived together. Scandalous, right?
And at the same time, she... really liked that idea. She could get accustomed to seeing him every day. To be near him every day. To bury the tip of her nose into his hair. But... was it okay for her to feel that way? In a way, she worried about offending him. Connor could, essentially, heal a lot of the ache in her heart and she was aware of it. Just hearing him helped. And distracted her a great deal.
And there was something about eying him the way a woman would a man...]
This place is as much yours as it is mine, if you should really wish my opinion. There are plenty of things here that symbolise you. It only feels a little more put together with you here.
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As if they lived together. Scandalous, right?
And at the same time, she... really liked that idea. She could get accustomed to seeing him every day. To be near him every day. To bury the tip of her nose into his hair. But... was it okay for her to feel that way? In a way, she worried about offending him. Connor could, essentially, heal a lot of the ache in her heart and she was aware of it. Just hearing him helped. And distracted her a great deal.
And there was something about eying him the way a woman would a man...]
This place is as much yours as it is mine, if you should really wish my opinion. There are plenty of things here that symbolise you. It only feels a little more put together with you here.
[How was that for direct?]