She gave him a mock serious look, "I am so proud of you." but that smile was trying to show on her lips and the idea of being on top of him.. "I dunno, if I fell on you again then you might have actually broken a rib." she looked away from him, idly fiddling with her necklace as a burn rose up her neck because lord that was not an image she'd needed..
She rubbed the back of her neck and suddenly felt awkward, "So I should uh... get going.." because if I stay I'll kiss you, "Have to study.. and the apartment's a mess." and I'm pretty sure if I did kiss you I'd never want to stop.