[At his question, Sherry hesitates before shaking her head gently, her teeth once again finding her lower lip in nervousness. Her brows knit as she leans in, her mouth near his.]
...I couldn't concentrate on the television if I tried...
[The hand she used to wipe the tear away moves to his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze before she leans in to kiss him again. Sherry just wants that right now, to feel his mouth on hers again. His touch. Maybe more, who knew, but that was the bottom line. She really wouldn't be able to concentrate after hearing I love you from him, not with how it sent both her mind and her heart racing. That feeling is... oddly addicting.]
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...I couldn't concentrate on the television if I tried...
[The hand she used to wipe the tear away moves to his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze before she leans in to kiss him again. Sherry just wants that right now, to feel his mouth on hers again. His touch. Maybe more, who knew, but that was the bottom line. She really wouldn't be able to concentrate after hearing I love you from him, not with how it sent both her mind and her heart racing. That feeling is... oddly addicting.]