she slumped back on the bed and closed her eyes . i felt a fine blush spread over my cheeks as i nodded . more pages separated , leaking out like blood . i 'm hidden in a janitor 's closet and i hope that they do n't -- they 're here . trying not to be too girly and blush , i punched his arm , which felt exactly as i thought it would , like punching a bag of nails , and said , of course . she says as she pulls back to do a small curtsy . 