[She wants to kiss him again. She should move farther away, put yet more distance between them so as to remove the temptation, but she can’t bring herself to do it just yet. It’s not quite sunk in just yet; she’s still reeling, still stunned. Still breathless and a touch giddy. And the desire to kiss him again, to have her hands in his hair and feel the warmth of him against her still simmers under her skin.
That half-cocked smile of his is... Creators, she is in too bloody deep with him.
And he’s using her name again. She really wishes he wouldn’t, and she really hopes he doesn’t stop. It’s complicated. The smile she gives him is amused, and fond, and very, very warm.]
I suppose I have. I’m sure I have no idea how that happened.
[Teasing him, naturally. And herself, really, given that she’s the one that had kissed him first. Her thumb brushes against his cheek, before she reluctantly breaks contact to carefully scoop up the flowers he’d given her, dropped amidst their... everything.]
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That half-cocked smile of his is... Creators, she is in too bloody deep with him.
And he’s using her name again. She really wishes he wouldn’t, and she really hopes he doesn’t stop. It’s complicated. The smile she gives him is amused, and fond, and very, very warm.]
I suppose I have. I’m sure I have no idea how that happened.
[Teasing him, naturally. And herself, really, given that she’s the one that had kissed him first. Her thumb brushes against his cheek, before she reluctantly breaks contact to carefully scoop up the flowers he’d given her, dropped amidst their... everything.]