[It's a no. But only because she's too serious about this to risk either of them getting hurt for something stupid. Habitual loner or not, he wouldn't be the first person to make a mess of things with a hasty relationship on the rebound; and, admittedly, she hasn't wholly recovered her wounded pride.
She doesn't know what's made her bold enough to come this far.]
I'm not leading you on. I promise. It's just... I'm not ready, yet.
[Closing the distance between them briefly, she reaches up to brush her lips against his cheek-- chaste and childlike compared to a few moments past, but given wholly freely. When she steps back again she's oddly awkward, not quite certain how to hold herself, too much bared to recover her composure while meeting his eyes.]
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She doesn't know what's made her bold enough to come this far.]
I'm not leading you on. I promise. It's just... I'm not ready, yet.
[Closing the distance between them briefly, she reaches up to brush her lips against his cheek-- chaste and childlike compared to a few moments past, but given wholly freely. When she steps back again she's oddly awkward, not quite certain how to hold herself, too much bared to recover her composure while meeting his eyes.]
I should get home.