Snippet #2295001

"Umm, yeah..." Cole was blushing by accident. What Wren had just done was extremely strange, it was something only his mother had done, when he was much younger. Did Wren think Cole was her child? No that was crazy, but something close still. "Umm," he began a little distracted from the previous anticipation. He backed a little from the stance of action, now a little more curious as to what was happening.

His heart beat in a deep and steady tone, carrying his chest with each contraction. his lungs didn't want to function right, and he doubted that he could do anything in this state. He felt like he could run a marathon and still beat a flayer to death single handed right now. "wait, what was that, and what... he hesitated, trying hard to express what he was feeling, and find the right words for it. "What is this feeling," he flat out asked, losing a little of his quietness, " why am I so nervous?" Cole was trying hard now to control himself, and to think about things. Hi went from squatted crouch to on one knee, no longer holding his knife in a defensive position.

He wasn't used to this many feelings, and especially so many unknown variations of something that felt so incredibly the same. He he kept breathing deeply in and out, now calming just a little. He touched his cheek, still warm from the kiss, and looked at Wren. "Why did you do that," obvious confusion in his voice, he was sitting, waiting for an answer from the bright eyed girl.