This is when it was the end of the semester after Enid and Wednesday fought the hideous hyde +thornhill and crackstone.
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As the video call went on, they bombarded Enid with questions. They were all...excited to hear about what had happened between her and Wednesday earlier, wanting to know every little detail.
After a few hours of talking back and forth with the girls finally stopped, all of them were in disbelief that those things Enid described actually happened.
(Of course Wednesday isn't that type of person but HAVE YOU SEEN HER KISSING TYLER? yeah, there's your answer.)
On the other hand, Wednesday is at the library. Wednesday sat on a couch her thoughts still swirling around the earlier events. She couldn't help but wonder if she had perhaps gone a bit too far. She had been so consumed by the moment, by the way Enid had responded to her, that she had let her guard down and allowed herself to get carried away.
Now, as she replayed the scene in her mind, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt creeping in. Had she been too forceful? Had she made Enid uncomfortable? These thoughts filled her mind, gawning at her.
She replayed the moment with Enid over and over again, analyzing every detail, every touch, and every sound they had shared.
A nagging thought tickled the back of her mind. Had she pushed too far? Enid had seemed to enjoy it, she had responded to her touch, to her kisses, but could it have been too much?
Had she been too forward? Had she crossed a line in how she had touched Enid, in the way she had held her?
She couldn't deny the physical and emotional impact that it had on her, but she also didn't want to make Enid uncomfortable. These thoughts gnawed at her, adding a layer of uncertainty to her already racing mind.
For the whole morning, Wednesday's mind was a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions about Enid. She remembered how it felt to hold her, to touch her, to hear the sound of her gasp as she'd kissed her neck. It was an intoxicating mixture of attraction, possessiveness, and uncertainty.
Moreover, Wednesday couldn't shake off her concern about having possibly crossed a line with Enid. She valued their friendship and didn't want to do anything that would make Enid feel uncomfortable or push her away.
As the morning progressed, Wednesday found herself pacing around the library, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings. Memories of holding Enid, the sound of her gasps, the feel of her skin under her hands, all of it swirling around in a tempest of desire and uncertainty. She needed to know what Enid was thinking, what she was feeling. The thought of having overstepped, of having potentially done something that would hurt or push her away, was unbearable.
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(She's pacing like this but indoors, obviously. Ignore that gay dude behind the tree.)
As Wednesday paced back and forth, it made Morticia curious and a bit irritated by the noise it made. Wednesday's shoes was echoing through out the hallways and Morticia hears this so she walks until she finds Wednesday, walking back and forth.
