Tanis' initial<span style="font-style: italic">yes</span>had felt like such a definitive blow that Sinead could hardly have imagined way they could move past that. The blatant admission of interest that followed it, however, sent a shudder through Sinead, completely unprepared to hear anything like it. In the middle of one hesitation after another, Tanis suddenly spoke with a decisiveness Sinead had quite possibly never heard from her.<br/>It made her lips part, finally causing Sinead to look at Tanis, however brief the glance had been.<br/>Then, it made Sinead's skin flush, feeling like she could combust. Tanis' words spoke of a nuance to their relation they had yet to explore, and the mere thought that Tanis had<span style="font-style: italic">inappropriate feelings</span>for her made Sinead want to pull over at the side of the road, if only so Sinead could look her in the eye and have her repeat herself.<br/>Sinead, however, kept the car on the lane, albeit her grip around the steering wheel had tightened in an attempt to center herself on actually<span style="font-style: italic">driving</span>.<br/>Her lips remained parted, mind too preoccupied with deciphering Tanis' word to form a coherent sentence.<br/>"Mine are, too," she replied, not knowing how else to say that she wanted her.