Thanny
The Destined Undestined
Timo's heart pounded as they looked at each other, and even more so when she scooted closer enough to brush. This was really happening, right? He did not fall asleep yet, did he? He was sure that he recalled all of the events before, so that ruled that out, but did she feel similar to him? Was she . . . in love with him as well? He pursed his lips and adjusted to mirror her, but that was not enough to prevent the heat from escaping his cheeks. This moment was tense, perhaps tenser than ever before, even when Esmere was running her mouth in front of both of them regarding infatuation. Did he dare ask or state to his friend a confession from which there was no return to what already was?
Her tail somehow thumping in sync with his heart, he brought new voice to his lips.
"Um, Kaitlyn, I was wondering something . . . and it might be a bit of a longshot. I . . ."
He cut himself off, nervous, the angry fluttering of little winged insects that flit from flower to flower just going around and around inside him and distracting him. He might need a bit of a push from Kaitlyn to get the words out.
Her tail somehow thumping in sync with his heart, he brought new voice to his lips.
"Um, Kaitlyn, I was wondering something . . . and it might be a bit of a longshot. I . . ."
He cut himself off, nervous, the angry fluttering of little winged insects that flit from flower to flower just going around and around inside him and distracting him. He might need a bit of a push from Kaitlyn to get the words out.