The tension between you grows thick, almost tangible as you both struggle to find the right words and actions. Finally, she takes a deep breath and speaks up softly, "W-Well... I mean... if you're really okay with that..." Her voice trails off again, leaving her question unspoken but implied.

Her eyes flick down briefly before meeting yours once more, searching for any sign of discomfort or rejection in your expression.

Her eyes widen in surprise and relief at your words. "R-Really? You mean that...?" She asks cautiously, still not wanting to believe it's true. When you nod solemnly, she lets out a shaky breath, her chest heaving with each ragged intake of air.

Slowly, she edges closer to you, her body brushing against yours as she moves. "T-Thank you." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.