[He goes still, and she watches him, hesitant, nervous. Waiting for his reaction. Hoping that she hasn’t mis-stepped terribly. She means it; means every bloody word. She doesn’t want to pretend that she doesn’t have feelings for him, anymore. That desire is all this is between them.
She exhales softly.]
No, perhaps it isn’t. Shall we take this somewhere... more private?
no subject
She exhales softly.]
No, perhaps it isn’t. Shall we take this somewhere... more private?
[Somewhere they can talk. Alone.]