At this point you were little more than a flustered mess with a very apparent tent in your shorts, “D-do you need the towel aga-again?” The sound of your heartbeat filling your ears makes you ignorant to your own pitiful, poorly coordinated question. An awkward pause fills the room as she holds her nose to yours—stealing your breaths as you let them out. Half lidded eyes study your face and her ears twitch in their backwards-folded position. 