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Malia swore she could practically smell Ashton's sweat from here, but she wasn't about to all him on it. She just didn't understand why he suddenly seemed so tense and nervous. It couldn't be because of her, right? She was nothing special. A wreck, really. She still thought of herself as an animal most of the time more than human. The idea of someone like Ashton liking her as anything more than someone entertaining to hang out with seemed laughable, really. She was no good for him, but it didn't mean she wouldn't take the chance if it was given to her. She just didn't expect it to happen anytime soon. Especially not today when she wasn't even expecting to run into him. So when Ashton told her his feelings, she couldn't believe him at first. How could she? Yet when she told him the feeling was mutual before she could pull her brain back out of her throat, somehow he seemed....relieved. Her eyes narrowed a bit in question, but she didn't say anything, at least not yet. The silence started to drag on and she felt her throat growing parched. Should she swallow? Yet somehow it felt like the sound of even that would be too loud right now. The very air seemed to vibrate. But when Ashton's lips pulled into a small grin, it was all the woman could do to drag her eyes away from his lips when he spoke. Wait, what? He wanted to date? For a moment, she was dumbfounded, searching his expression like she was waiting for the pitch. There had to be a joke in there somewhere right? But when nothing else came out, she realized he was probably waiting on her answer. Finally, the WereCoyote brought herself to swallow so she could clear her throat and try to form words. "Date? Is that like Netflix and chill or something else?" Okay, so she didn't have a whole lot of points of reference. |