( there's a feeling in her stomach that's suspiciously close to butterflies as he steps in, closes that gap between them to let his hand find gentle purchase in the strands of her hair. it's not quite touch, far enough removed to be just a tease, but there's a sweetness to it that has her unsure of how exactly to proceed.
he's not leering at her. there's no blatant expectation of desire or wanting, just pleasure in her company, in doing something nice just because. kimberly's not really sure what to do with it. for once, she feels like she's playing on someone else's home turf.
but at least there's a question posed. something for her to reply to, straightforward and easy. ) I'm not much of a pie person, honestly?
i continue to be the #worst
he's not leering at her. there's no blatant expectation of desire or wanting, just pleasure in her company, in doing something nice just because. kimberly's not really sure what to do with it. for once, she feels like she's playing on someone else's home turf.
but at least there's a question posed. something for her to reply to, straightforward and easy. ) I'm not much of a pie person, honestly?
( open to alternatives, though? definitely. )