[ Her hands still at his shiver. That's good, isn't it? She raises her eyes once more to his, despite their redness, to gage how he feels. She blinks at the feeling of his fingers down her neck and to her collarbone. A sharp bolt moves up her spine. A feeling she's never really hard before. One that's similar to how she felt when they were kissing. Or course she's kissed before, but it's never been like how it is with Alan. ]

N-no. I think she means here. Our world. It wants to come into our world somehow. [ She leans into his touch. ] I don't understand exactly what she means though. It's--it's like the poster on the wall won't come off all the way no matter how hard I try.

[ She tentatively moves her hands along the hem of his shirt again. Fingers quickly touch at his skin, but pull back away just as fast. ]