[ His eyes are absolutely fixed on her, and he can see, enthralled, the heat rising up to her cheeks, the upturn of her lips and the way she looks right back at him. It's like his brain short-circuits when she talks, when she walks closer, his chest constricting.
Is he dreaming? Did he actually just fall asleep, and is now deep into a fantasy? It doesn't feel like it should be real, but everything is too vivid, from the goosebumps to the sensation of his hand still wrapped around his erection, which, albeit flagged, is still definitely happening. ]
W-what?
[ He pushes himself up to sit, his free hand propping him up as he looks up at her, the thrumming in his ears dissipating, leaving the usual ringing. ]
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Is he dreaming? Did he actually just fall asleep, and is now deep into a fantasy?
It doesn't feel like it should be real, but everything is too vivid, from the goosebumps to the sensation of his hand still wrapped around his erection, which,
albeit flagged, is still definitely happening. ]
W-what?
[ He pushes himself up to sit, his free hand propping him up as he looks up at her, the thrumming in his ears dissipating, leaving the usual ringing. ]
Izzy, what are you doing?