[ He might be easing his hold on her, but she winds her arms around his neck again and holds tight for a little longer, not lifting her head from where her face is safely hidden against him. She should move in a moment. But for a few more seconds she wants to let herself feel dizzy with the sense of connection.
When her head clears she already knows she'll be second-guessing this. It's too impulsive, and too perfect a moment. Everything she's been trying to ignore. Is it too late to hope that he won't have any interest in talking about this...?
She tries to make her smile lighter when she looks up at him at last and leans in for a light kiss. ]
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When her head clears she already knows she'll be second-guessing this. It's too impulsive, and too perfect a moment. Everything she's been trying to ignore. Is it too late to hope that he won't have any interest in talking about this...?
She tries to make her smile lighter when she looks up at him at last and leans in for a light kiss. ]
...Really, how did we end up like this?