[Tifa, on the other hand, can't think about this any other way. She can tell herself all she wants that this is for Clover's sake, but that won't make her face any less red, or the fluttering any less obvious in her stomach, and thinking about it doesn't help either. It only brings more attention to the fact that this is—for some reason—making her nervous, and she can't quite put her finger on why.
So stupid. She's a grown up. They're not teenagers. Come on.]
Right. Just one night.
[Her voice comes out sharp, more so than she intended and almost more like a warning than anything else, and she tosses the duvet across the other half of the bed for him, almost smacking him with it. Unintentionally.
And then she's laying her head down on her pillow, but her body is stiff as a board. How the heck is she supposed to relax and actually sleep like this?]
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So stupid. She's a grown up. They're not teenagers. Come on.]
Right. Just one night.
[Her voice comes out sharp, more so than she intended and almost more like a warning than anything else, and she tosses the duvet across the other half of the bed for him, almost smacking him with it. Unintentionally.
And then she's laying her head down on her pillow, but her body is stiff as a board. How the heck is she supposed to relax and actually sleep like this?]