When everyone tells us what we can be
How can we rewrite the stars?
How can we rewrite the stars?
He was teasing her and he was enjoying it, that much was more than apparent from the look on his face. Did he realize how uneasy she was? She minutely adjusted her hold of his hand and became acutely aware of how obviously clammy her palms were. That was embarrassing. He had to have noticed, surely? She needed to deflect or distract him or something, she wasn't sure what else she could do without it being the wrong thing.
Oh? she said lamely, stalling until she could finish formulating a proper defense. So you're trying to charm me then? She'd thought that had seemed like a good response but maybe he'd just flatly deny it? That would be awkward, she thought, very awkward.
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