( she isn't even ready for kissing, she wants to say but holds her tongue from spilling out all her feelings in the moment. it's already taken an insane amount of self-determination to even get this far. perhaps enough to fulfill her quote for the rest of the year...

maybe because her embarrassment quota certainly hasn't been reached. the suggestion is met with a flush of her own, staring downwards at the table and then her hands as she grips at the fabric of her dress. )

I don't know if I'll ever get used to all this but if it's with you then I think it'll be okay. ( she admits, breathing out another sigh of air and ignoring how warm she feels looking upwards at him. ) I just don't want all these... firsts of mine to be with a stranger.