[Charlie's giggling a little more openly now. She's past the point of being able to keep it contained. Really, there's just no point in trying. It was starting to hurt. Charlie's arm has gone around Ed's waist and her face is pressed against his neck as she laughs. Her other hand still holds her shoes but what does she care? Some part of her brain is convinced if she lets go of her shoes or, more importantly, Ed, she'd float away from the excited and giddy feeling bubbling under her skin.
When she's settled down enough to breathe, her other arm goes around him and she leans against his shoulder a bit, still smiling.] You alright, gorgeous?
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When she's settled down enough to breathe, her other arm goes around him and she leans against his shoulder a bit, still smiling.] You alright, gorgeous?