When he took her hand, tightened it over hers, she was briefly jerked back to the memory of their first encounter, where she'd drawn blood and poison out of his palm. But this time it was different, almost day to night, as there was trust, comfort, and adoration in this grip, from both of them.
She wondered what this feeling was. Was she attracted to him? Blythe never knew these things. Sure, she'd nudged Henry into courting Eileen, but that was because it was almost painfully obvious. It was so much easier to stand back and observe the emotions of others. But this was so much more and she'd never had any experience to fall back on. If Ryuzaki asked to court her, would she say yes?
Their words were becoming fervent, she could tell. His especially. They were sitting closer on the bed now and she could feel her breath catching. His request had lit her up inside - scared her, as well - as she leaned in even further. "You want to know me?" she echoed, feeling as though she were sitting on pins and needles. To say she was insecure of her past was an understatement. "What is...what is there to say? All those for whom I have ever cared have left me. I have been alone most of my life. It is a pitiful history, tis true, but it is my past. And I do so hope to live a more worthwhile future."