Little Goat Mountain and now it's only you that matters

His confusion continued, another chuckle punching through as a breathy laugh as his friend stumbled for words, reached for explanations and then seemingly grabbed hold of fog. Heat still fluttered in his chest -- he was so certain yet so uncertain, having never dealt with anything quite like this, but having heard much about this from others he'd met at home, or in his travels. Yet putting two and two together seemed like an ordeal to him now, and he didn't have much experience dealing with girls. Beyond his sisters, anyway, but those relationships had been simple, and straight forward. They had only ever led in one direction with a very definitive end.

Not like this. Arlette was gentle, yet the feelings she evoked were like fire in his skin, shivering him with a warmth much different than any he'd felt before. Frightening, and yet... "Wait, no. I just -- I don't understand." He said with that same furrowed look, only this time his ears turned back as well, equally uncertain and sheepish as his friend. "Are we -- do you -- ?" How did one even ask? If someone liked you in the way you liked them? He laughed again - nervous - and spluttered out, "I'm sorry, I just don't - know - I don't know what you're thinking, and I - I'd like to. To know."

I suppose that's one way to find out.