No... I don't think it does. If it did, wouldn't it have been here already? All she'll tell me is it's something bad. Something hostile. Not like her.
[ His next comments cause her to pause. Eyes widen by a fraction. The look that crosses her eyes seems to be something like embarrassment, or along the lines of being shy. She's never done something like this. Well, she's kissed and touched. It doesn't feel the same to when Alan kissed her or touched her.
« It... it almost feels like trust when he kissed me. Not just him trusting me, but I trust him too. I know that's weird. But... »
She gently moves her fingers under his shirt again and brushes along his skin. A certain thrills rushes up her spine when she does. Not along the lines of doing something against the rules or testing boundaries. It's more like the rush has the emotions connected to it of finally. Which also hardly makes sense to her as they've only known each other a handful of days. Nothing about it makes logical sense.
« Is... it supposed to make sense? Or, is it just something I'll never understand? »
She hopes not. She wants to know why it feels this way around Alan Wake. Why it feels like gravity itself pulls her to him with an actual force. Why she's drawn to him other than the fact he's very good looking. It doesn't feel like the story. The force comes from inside her and swells until it demands to be dealt with.
She hopes he isn't acting and reacting this way because of the moonshine. It should be more like when they first held hands and kissed...
Her head tilts back slightly while her eyes drift down to his lips again. The thought echoes in her mind again that there are too many layers keeping them apart. How close do they need to be? How many layers gone? No real answer comes to her mind other than the drive to just have them be removed. Hands move to brisk along the edge of his shirt and hoodie--asking if they should move down this path. If that is really what he wants or if it's because of the moonshine. ]
Alan... [ She trails off from asking the questions out loud. ]
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[ His next comments cause her to pause. Eyes widen by a fraction. The look that crosses her eyes seems to be something like embarrassment, or along the lines of being shy. She's never done something like this. Well, she's kissed and touched. It doesn't feel the same to when Alan kissed her or touched her.
« It... it almost feels like trust when he kissed me. Not just him trusting me, but I trust him too. I know that's weird. But... »
She gently moves her fingers under his shirt again and brushes along his skin. A certain thrills rushes up her spine when she does. Not along the lines of doing something against the rules or testing boundaries. It's more like the rush has the emotions connected to it of finally. Which also hardly makes sense to her as they've only known each other a handful of days. Nothing about it makes logical sense.
« Is... it supposed to make sense? Or, is it just something I'll never understand? »
She hopes not. She wants to know why it feels this way around Alan Wake. Why it feels like gravity itself pulls her to him with an actual force. Why she's drawn to him other than the fact he's very good looking. It doesn't feel like the story. The force comes from inside her and swells until it demands to be dealt with.
She hopes he isn't acting and reacting this way because of the moonshine. It should be more like when they first held hands and kissed...
Her head tilts back slightly while her eyes drift down to his lips again. The thought echoes in her mind again that there are too many layers keeping them apart. How close do they need to be? How many layers gone? No real answer comes to her mind other than the drive to just have them be removed. Hands move to brisk along the edge of his shirt and hoodie--asking if they should move down this path. If that is really what he wants or if it's because of the moonshine. ]
Alan... [ She trails off from asking the questions out loud. ]