Being face to face like this is almost unbearably intimate. Pearl fights the urge to drop her eyes, feeling herself falling into the look that Rose is giving her. Colour's creeping back up the curve of her cheeks -- stealing over the bridge of her nose. Her own fingers curl against the back of Rose's neck, tracing an erratic pattern.
no subject
"Yes, keep going?"
And now she does duck her head.
"...please?"