F is for Forgiven

She smiled, the subtle touch as he tucked her hair away from her face causing every cell on her body to go on high alert. How to answer, how to answer? She didn't want to sound like she wasn't having a swell time, but she didn't want to continue on with the night wondering about feelings and crap. That would be rather disrespectful and unfair.

She gave a rather convincing yawn, covering her mouth and pretending to stifle it. "Yes, actually. If you don't mind. It was great, really, much better than expected. But I have a rather busy day tomorrow, and I believe it would be best to try and get some sleep."

OOC: http://www.camphalfblood.org/t22592-camp-wooh