That rational, albeit incredibly fuzzy part of her brain was still telling her to stop, to go home, but she was deliberately ignoring it. There was something increasingly desperate about the moment that she couldn't place. Maybe it had simply been too long, maybe the catalyst of having her parents find a "more suitable" beau was propelling her to rebel, honestly she didn't know, nor did she quite care at the moment. Even in her wildest dreams Elsie would have never imagined this was how tonight was going to go. She'd been so worried about inciting a fight that she hadn't even considered anything else could have been remotely possible.

Elsie hadn't even realized Tyb had moved where he was until she found herself looking up at him, breathless and a little dizzy. There was something about the way he said her name that sent a little shiver down her spine and she knew this was the time to try and find the will to stop. Could she though? Did she actually want to? There was a rush of adrenaline flowing through her veins that kept pushing her forward toward a free fall she nearly felt prepared to take, but was she really? Neither one of them seemed poised to ruin the moment, to pop their unrealistic little bubble and it pained her to even think about it.

Biting her lip, she fought for words to say, but found she had nothing in particular to articulate. Everything was hazy and sharp all at the same time. Her thoughts were scattered but she was keenly aware of everything else happening, the shallowness of her own breathing, the hammering of her heart against her ribs, the feeling of Tyb's hair between her fingers, it all made it hard to focus on any one thing. Then he was leaning in again and she felt like the moment to say something had passed (and she wasn't all that upset about it). Certainly another opportunity would present itself, she knew she couldn't let it go too far, but she wasn't ready to stop just yet. She met him halfway, leaning up to regain that little thrill once more.