[It's hard to hear her, a little bit, with the way her words are being muffled from how she's got her face pressed against his shoulder, but there's one thing that is apparent, and it's that those aren't two separate qualities she's naming. "Dumb boy" is a thing all its own, something that comes laden with affection rather than derision.]
I flirt with you and I monopolize all of your time and I make up excuses to touch you and I hang all over you and I kiss you and you, you have to ask if it's okay. Like I haven't been wanting you to say that since the day I met you, almost.
[She breathes in slowly, holding on to him tighter than before.]
I'm scared, too. Just like you are. We're both so dumb.
[Her fingers curl, lightly, into the fabric of his shirt, and pull on it just enough to make it bunch.]
But right here like this is where I know I want to be. Is...this where you want to be, too?
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[It's hard to hear her, a little bit, with the way her words are being muffled from how she's got her face pressed against his shoulder, but there's one thing that is apparent, and it's that those aren't two separate qualities she's naming. "Dumb boy" is a thing all its own, something that comes laden with affection rather than derision.]
I flirt with you and I monopolize all of your time and I make up excuses to touch you and I hang all over you and I kiss you and you, you have to ask if it's okay. Like I haven't been wanting you to say that since the day I met you, almost.
[She breathes in slowly, holding on to him tighter than before.]
I'm scared, too. Just like you are. We're both so dumb.
[Her fingers curl, lightly, into the fabric of his shirt, and pull on it just enough to make it bunch.]
But right here like this is where I know I want to be. Is...this where you want to be, too?