He's close to her, causing her to flush even more. She can feel her heart hammering in its chest, threatening to drown out the sounds of thunder and rain. She pulls back further, though finds there is nowhere to go without crawling up onto Little Robb.
"It isn't the fire," she manages, still stammering as she looked away from him, even as her face was caught in his gaze.
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Date: 2015-03-14 05:54 am (UTC)"It isn't the fire," she manages, still stammering as she looked away from him, even as her face was caught in his gaze.