Lost Creek Hollow girl you party all the time

As she took her final step he decided that she was too close and, though he didn’t feel threatened by her, he wanted to know why there was so little distance between them now. Each of her other steps had been noticed, yes, but he hadn’t thought too far into them. Maybe she was hard of hearing and needed those few extra steps in order to continue the conversation, but now? Now he felt his body tense up and his stomach was unsettled, almost as if he was readying himself for a fight—only, she’d shown no signs of aggression thus far and he didn’t really feel the same, mentally, as he did when he wanted to attack someone. Confused and annoyed, his voice was low as he warned, “You’re too close.”

On top of that, she continued to speak to him, asking a question that he felt had an obvious answer—again, her ulterior meaning wasn’t understood. “What warrior isn’t?” he asked in return. He wanted to take a step back and return some of the distance that she’d taken away but, instead, he remained where he was, staring down at her; walking away was the same as standing down, he’d learned long ago, and he wasn’t prepared to let her win whatever game she was playing at.