[He hadn't closed his eyes, so the two of them find themselves face to face, close... a little too close. But her eyes lock onto his, and for some reason now, Tifa can't break it right away, even after the door locks shut. She sees his eyes lingering on her lips, and hers instinctively move to his as well, her breaths quickening to catch up with her heart trying to beat free from her chest. Unlike him, she lets the breath go in a sharp sigh, her alcohol-laced breath brushing over his face.
What in the world did they put in those drinks?
She has no idea how long it takes for her to finally free him, her fingers sliding down his jaw and pushing off from the couch so she can stand upright again.
She's back to strictly business, and while she managed to stifle the need to breathe more life into the heightened tension in the room with a shaky laugh or the clearing of her throat, she does feel the need to explain herself...]
If he saw our faces, he would have known we weren't supposed to be here.
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What in the world did they put in those drinks?
She has no idea how long it takes for her to finally free him, her fingers sliding down his jaw and pushing off from the couch so she can stand upright again.
She's back to strictly business, and while she managed to stifle the need to breathe more life into the heightened tension in the room with a shaky laugh or the clearing of her throat, she does feel the need to explain herself...]
If he saw our faces, he would have known we weren't supposed to be here.