Ari's face. Zelda had never seen him look like that before, never. It was the expression her confession deserved, and her shoulders hunched further. She bit her lower lip and wished that she could shrink into his chair. And Ari was still better than anyone else -- she could not put this on Ros, who may also be able to help her but who was the Minister's wife. The thought of telling her father made her just want to up and die right here. But Ari's face - she didn't want to look at that, either.
"N-no," she stammered, thrown off by his expression, by the way he had said Zelda. She shook her head. "He didn't." If anything, this entire situation was her fault - what had she expected to happen? Not that, surely, but they had been kissing for so long and then he'd started undressing her and he'd asked, he had been hesitant, but Zelda had plunged from the cliff of responsibility somewhere that night and was just starting to find her way back.
"It was April 19th," she whispered, "Ari, I'm sorry."
"N-no," she stammered, thrown off by his expression, by the way he had said Zelda. She shook her head. "He didn't." If anything, this entire situation was her fault - what had she expected to happen? Not that, surely, but they had been kissing for so long and then he'd started undressing her and he'd asked, he had been hesitant, but Zelda had plunged from the cliff of responsibility somewhere that night and was just starting to find her way back.
"It was April 19th," she whispered, "Ari, I'm sorry."
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