Yes, she should have been rude. She should have been rude, and asked him to leave her alone because at least then she would be sitting back in her seat, comfortably eating cake. Being polite had gotten her here, uncomfortably close to him. And bothered, entirely bothered because his grip was making her feel hot, and his words were making her stomach twist in an unsettled manner.
He thought she looked beautiful? Saoirse quickly ducked her head and close her eyes to ward off the such close proximity his face had come to hers. He didn't--- Howell was making it very difficult to focus, and remember why she had made the decision she made concerning them. It had been nothing serious!
Or had it? She certainly had never had such an intense reaction to a boy before, especially after not... being... what was he doing to her? Saoirse quickly shook her head, as if warding off all lingering, and unguarded, thoughts. It had been the appropriate thing to do, and that was that. She looked back up at him, feeling determined to stop thinking about what kind of serious conversation she had gotten herself into, as well as whether or not it was noticeable by others.
Her lips pressed together at his question, and her hands resting on his shoulder laxed. She did not like where a collection of words like that typically headed. And he was becoming too close to her--- Saoirse shifted back, creating a negative pool of space between them. This had never been about just a dance.
"I can try," she spoke carefully, and truthfully. Though what he could possibly want to know from her.... she had a small idea, she supposed. And whether it made her want to brush off his hold on her, or keep those parts of her body burning, she couldn't tell.
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