#mae-rps

“Sorry, was this your sweater? I’ll give it back… eventually.” (We have a history together)

“Aaron, no!” Rosaleen gasped and she automatically leaned forward tograb her sweather, but she couldn’t reach it, because her friend was obviouslytaller than she was. She inhaled and exhaled sharp through her nose. “You… you…”she couldn’t finish her sentence and jump to catch her sweater, obviouslyfailing. Leaning in a little bit too far,because Rosaleen bumped into Aaron’s chest and all her blood raised to herhead. But why was she blushing? Aaron was only a friend, right? However herbody against him felt somehow so right, every time he touched her it felt soright. But that was just because they were good friends, right? The blondiedidn’t know she was staring into his eyes, but she did focus on the colour ofhis eyes. Brown, light brown… hazel… amber. It was so beautiful and she coulddrown into them, if she wasn’t already. Suddenly she realized what she wasdoing and she turned Aaron her back. What was she doing? This wasn’t right andshe couldn’t do that. “Until that time, you can keep it.” she spoke soft, butloud enough so he could hear her. Rosaleen bit her lower lip and kept saying toherself that he was just a friend even though her heat said something completelydifferent.

“Here, I’ll kiss it better for you.” (We have a history together)

Rosaleen looked to her arm and flushed cheeks. This was awkward, thiswasn’t good for her doubts and her emotions and… well just for herself. “Y-youdon’t have to…” she softly spoke while looking down and slowly pulling her armaway from Aaron. She wanted to scream “Yes, please kiss me!” She would love to if he kissed her arm, but no,this was wrong. They would fall into a whole other level of friendship… arelationship. And Rosaleen of course would love that, but would Aaron think sheis in many ways becoming insane and she wanted to prevent that. She would keepher friend now that she still could.

“Ow, I got a papercut… kiss it?” (We have a histroy togheter)

“You knowhow I would love that, Aaron.” Rosaleen said daringly while looking right inthe eyes of her friend. She knew how wrong this was, but she knew they wereright now at a stage that she could say it. She remembered the time she was so worriedabout how he thought about her and how it drove her insane. Now she knew hedrove her insane on a total other level. “Please say you got that papercut on aplace where I can actually kiss it here,Aaron.” She fiercely reminded him. Rosaleen knew he could easily make up anexcuse to make her kiss him on places that were inappropriate for the publiceye.