"You’re right, we should."
Neither of them moved. She bit her lip. “Do you need help standing?"
She stood and lowered her hand, but he came up with the slightest tug and he was looming over her, suddenly, rocking on his toes a little unsteadily, and she was gripping his shirt. And her mind chose this moment to remember what Ty Lee had said. Something about intensity. And kissing. And him. “I meant separately," he said.
He’s drugged. He’s drugged. He doesn’t know what he’s saying.
"I know what you meant."[x]
Happy last day of Zutara Week!
Perfection even more