[ Sakura gives up on trying to lean on her elbow and settles on his chest instead, face steadily reddening. She can't even look at him! She just puts her cheek against him and lets her eyes flutter around while she tries to think of what to say.
Does she want to hear what the dirty section is, if he's already reduced her to this wibbly blushing mess? ]
What, um...what's that section...?
[ She's preemptively preparing to flip out some more. ]
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Does she want to hear what the dirty section is, if he's already reduced her to this wibbly blushing mess? ]
What, um...what's that section...?
[ She's preemptively preparing to flip out some more. ]