“What? Oh—no! No, you didn’t,” Fiona hurried to assure him, waving her hands and blushing harder. “You didn’t, it was fine—I mean you were, ah—it was fine. Really. I just thought…I know you didn’t really want me, you just wanted someone, but it, um…I…”
Oh god. She half hoped it was possible to just expire of embarrassment. That would at least put an end to it. She shifted on her knees, hands fisting in what was left of her skirts as she bit her lip and her tail twitched again.
“It’s not that I didn’t want to, last night, and I know I annoy you and honestly you drive me absolutely mad sometimes but I’m not blind and you’re very nice to look at and—oh dear gods, kill me—and I’m only out here wandering around with you because I wanted a chance to see more of life and this…this seems to qualify?”
She chanced a peek up at him, blushed harder, and dropped her face into her hands with a groan. She was overheated, the faintest glimmer of light shining under her skin again. “I’ll—I’ll just stop talking now…”