Like your cousin. ( she's a good listener, okay. even if her attentions had been elsewhere, she picks up on the little things. like the small smile that's tugging at the corners of his mouth, and the way his eyes had lingered on her fingers as they tugged the zipper up and down. it's not his fault; it's practically instinctive. she hadn't done it on purpose, either, but caroline certainly appreciates the attention. ) It is nice to know that there's somebody here who gets it, but I didn't mean just because you're feeling a little wild once a month.

( a slight shrug of her shoulders as they make their way up the path that leads to beta building, and before they quite make it up to the doorframe, she stops under a streetlight, peering up at him. )

Normally, I'd ask if you want to come upstairs, but... ( she hasn't entirely gotten that bomb of a sentence he'd dropped on her earlier out of her mind; if he's even half paying attention, he might notice the uptick in her heartbeat, the slow swallow as she lets her gaze settle on his. there's an attempt to be casual, but caroline's never been very good at it. ) I don't know what I'm saying, actually.