I — I'm not. ( a grin, too soft to be artificial. ) I'm not suggesting anything.
( but it's amazing how the vest is coming off, how he's shrugging out of his dress shirt. how said dress shirt is about to be offered to her, draped over her shoulders, unless she stops him. his jacket is long gone, so there's no hope for that, but he can give this. he sits on the bench, albeit with the bench between his legs and one thigh on either side of the stone, which probably puts betty in a weird place. he isn't shy and he isn't timid in his feelings, in that ( if she's open to the boldness ), he will draw her into his lap, as much because he wants to as to keep her warm in the night chill. cake forgotten behind them or somehow, preserved in betty's hands all this time, either way. )
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( but it's amazing how the vest is coming off, how he's shrugging out of his dress shirt. how said dress shirt is about to be offered to her, draped over her shoulders, unless she stops him. his jacket is long gone, so there's no hope for that, but he can give this. he sits on the bench, albeit with the bench between his legs and one thigh on either side of the stone, which probably puts betty in a weird place. he isn't shy and he isn't timid in his feelings, in that ( if she's open to the boldness ), he will draw her into his lap, as much because he wants to as to keep her warm in the night chill. cake forgotten behind them or somehow, preserved in betty's hands all this time, either way. )
Just, uh. I want to kiss you.