[She stares down at him. Their position is still pretty awkward, her sitting on top of him and now leaning over him to stare at him. Her hands are planted on the ground on either side of him. don't you mean he really wants her to get him off
After what feels like hours of staring she finally forces herself to speak.] You... were thinking about me? [What does that even mean? Why would that cause him to be so distracted?
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She flusters suddenly. No, it couldn't be because of--] In what context? Wh-Why would you even be...
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don't you mean he really wants her to get him offAfter what feels like hours of staring she finally forces herself to speak.] You... were thinking about me? [What does that even mean? Why would that cause him to be so distracted?
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She flusters suddenly. No, it couldn't be because of--] In what context? Wh-Why would you even be...