[Kira has to fight to get his hand away from his eyes. He would have continued protesting but Kira is now between his legs, forcing his eyes open to stare at her. His cheeks grow warm under her hands, and he is momentarily stunned to silence — but only for a moment. He’s touched you now causes a naked shiver to run down his spine, like he is desperately trying to shed some feeling the words have brought up.]
If you can’t, what makes you think I can?
[He throws it back at her once he blinks away some of his fear (and embarrassment)]
no subject
If you can’t, what makes you think I can?
[He throws it back at her once he blinks away some of his fear (and embarrassment)]