[ He guides her back towards her bed, her shoes are off so she moves surprisingly gracefully, given that she's drunk. She holds onto his chest and when the backs of her legs hit the edge, she holds on a little tighter so she doesn't give into the urge to sit.
He asks what she wants to talk about and she pauses because she can't really remember what she wanted to say now. Then she remembers and she moves to draw her lips across the skin of his neck, speaking softly--]
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He asks what she wants to talk about and she pauses because she can't really remember what she wanted to say now. Then she remembers and she moves to draw her lips across the skin of his neck, speaking softly--]
I want to go on a real date. Like out on a date.