... feels nervous. What if he thinks she's totally pathetic or something?
Then she takes in a deep breath and stiffens her spine. Alright then, Mako's entitled to his own stupid opinion, but she's still going to try to salvage their friendship if he's going to reject her now.
She opens her mouth to tell him right to his face that she doesn't just want a one-night stand with him, that if that's what he's out for, then he can piss right off, but before she has a chance to say so, his lips are crushed to hers again.
He pulls back after a mere second.
"So, is now a good time to tell you that I'm in love with you then?" he whispers hoarsely. She feels him trembling slightly, and knows he's telling the truth; he's also about to have a nervous breakdown, it seems.
Her heart beats out a jagged, erratic rhythm, and she almost wobbles on her feet. This is more than she's bargained for, more than she's ever expected – she's never expected Mako to flat out say something like this, either.
Suddenly shy, she traces patterns on his chest with a finger.
"I.. have feelings for you too," she whispers back. "So, now what?"
"We can continue where we've left off, if you'd like," he suggests, holding her tightly against him.
Somehow, they end up in his bed, both of them clad only in their undergarments. As Mako reaches tentatively out to undo her chest wraps, a thought strikes her.
"Wait!" she exclaims. "What about, I mean, what if Bolin comes h...