Her eyes naturally drift to her last focal point. She eases around him, padding softly to his discarded jacket and picking it up. She carefully folds it over her arm, like she doesn't want to wrinkle it.
Keeping secrets is one thing; putting her in danger is another. She turns back around, and presses his coat against him.
Then she wraps her hand around the back of his neck, and kisses him for the first time tonight. And it isn't just without hesitation, it's no holds barred. It's fierce. It's the kind of kiss that makes sense of phrases like 'kiss your socks off,' or 'kiss the smile right off your face.'
Eventually she has to break for air, sucking lightly on his bottom lip as they part.
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She doesn't even flinch.
Her eyes naturally drift to her last focal point. She eases around him, padding softly to his discarded jacket and picking it up. She carefully folds it over her arm, like she doesn't want to wrinkle it.
Keeping secrets is one thing; putting her in danger is another. She turns back around, and presses his coat against him.
Then she wraps her hand around the back of his neck, and kisses him for the first time tonight. And it isn't just without hesitation, it's no holds barred. It's fierce. It's the kind of kiss that makes sense of phrases like 'kiss your socks off,' or 'kiss the smile right off your face.'
Eventually she has to break for air, sucking lightly on his bottom lip as they part.
"Thank you. For doin' that for me."
He could have lied. He could have refused.
But he didn't.