It's nothing like waiting for the gallows. Nothing at all. She closes her eyes as he leans in to kiss her, her lips light like this is all just experimental. Her hands slide down his arms until they come to rest over his knuckles, having her almost akimbo, and she takes an involuntary step back.
"Y'know, most fellas would right now be complimentin' their ladies, quotin' song, or poetry; but I'm lucky t'have the overstuffed galoot who's only honest in his expressions all the time."
The quietness of her voice does nothing to mask the obvious sarcasm — or the affection in her voice. She takes another step back, blindly leading them along until her back hits the wall.
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It's nothing like waiting for the gallows. Nothing at all. She closes her eyes as he leans in to kiss her, her lips light like this is all just experimental. Her hands slide down his arms until they come to rest over his knuckles, having her almost akimbo, and she takes an involuntary step back.
"Y'know, most fellas would right now be complimentin' their ladies, quotin' song, or poetry; but I'm lucky t'have the overstuffed galoot who's only honest in his expressions all the time."
The quietness of her voice does nothing to mask the obvious sarcasm — or the affection in her voice. She takes another step back, blindly leading them along until her back hits the wall.