Wrong Signals
Fenton felt like his whole world was on fire, and that at any minute he would either explode from either embarrassment or how flustered he felt with Gandra Dee so close to him, her hands planted so firmly on his chest, and her scent that smelled strong and sweet invading his senses.
Ganda didn't even take notice of his state, her head turned towards the door of the storage closet she'd shoved them into in a panicked frenzy, seeming like she spotted someone who wouldn't have approved of her being here.
Her hands unknowingly drifted down his chest, slipping along with her train of thought as she strained to hear a specific voice among the crowd, hoping that they had left.
"G-Gandra!" Fenton's voice cracked loudly in her ear, pulling her from her concentration as she whipped her head around to face him, seeming less than happy.
"What is it..?" She whispered, a signal for him to lower his tone, tilting her head towards the door, which sent the wrong message entirely as Fenton only flushed more.
"I.. I..I really like you, but I just don't know if I'm ready for.. I mean is this really the best place for..it?"
Gandra was dumbfounded at his stuttering, following none of it until her eyes trailed down to where her hand rested, and they were dangerously close to being on a certain.. area.
Faster than either of them could process, she threw her hands back and in the air, holding them up high as her cheeks dusted pink, breathing heavily. How could she have been so oblivious? Of course shoving someone into a closet was going to send all kinds of wrong signals.
"Ugh.. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." She exhaled sharply, rubbing her arm sheepishly as she tried to get her thoughts together once again. "Let's just.. leave. I think we're good."
Fenton opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him as Gandra was already kicking the door open, her reddened face hidden from his view.