[ He blinks when she stops and takes his face in her hands, slightly bewildered. He's embarrassed and worried that his inability to be anything but a nervous wreck around women is making her feel annoyed with him or turned off or something.
But then she says that last part, his eyes widen. ]
And do what...?
[ He's not asking because he doesn't have an idea, he's asking because he can't believe in that idea being right. That he's not just reading too much into it like a starved pervert. ]
no subject
But then she says that last part, his eyes widen. ]
And do what...?
[ He's not asking because he doesn't have an idea, he's asking because he can't believe in that idea being right. That he's not just reading too much into it like a starved pervert. ]