Rose bit the inside of her lip, finding it currently very difficult to think clearly. Leave? Together? She knew what that meant. Somewhere to be? Octavius didn't need to know what that had been about. She blinked slowly, her mind struggling to keep up at the pace that his was obviously going. She did know this was happening extremely quickly, and the unexpected manner of it all probably didn't help with her mental delay either.
She probably shouldn't. It would be wrong to lead him on with whatever-- this might not or might become when she didn't even know what this was herself. Right?
But she didn't want to disappoint him, either. Or herself. Rose would be lying if she said she wouldn't enjoy the 'teeny bit of groping' and 'bit more of snogging.' Would she be upset tomorrow if she didn't go with him? The truth of the matter was, she reflected as her thoughts began to quicken, that she was most likely going to wake up with paralyzing anxiety tomorrow morning either way, so the least she should do was enjoy the night before?
Wow, that was an incredibly progressive or a degradingly regressive decision on her part. Either way, Rose was sure Therese would be satisfied with this new progress.
So, pushing down her apprehension that had begun to bubble, Rose shifted slightly in his grasp to place a hand on the side of his face. "We can go," she spoke earnestly, and took a deep breath. "I don't want to say goodbye yet either." With her own words, Rose felt a quick jolt go down her spine and her skin begin to tingle from it. Good sign.
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