His hand over her heart made it flutter like a hummingbird. Her hand fell from his cheek to his chest, mirroring his own movements. He was so warm - had he always been? She couldn't remember.
"I don't... I mean, I'm not... how am I supposed to know what to do? I barely know you. Can't we just, I don't know, go out on a date?"
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"I don't... I mean, I'm not... how am I supposed to know what to do? I barely know you. Can't we just, I don't know, go out on a date?"