*his eyes watch hers and he, quickly, looks at her lips as well but just as quickly looks back to her face, that was tinted like a cherry similiar to how his was tinted like a grape. how odd it was that, despite how different they were, they seemed to fit. how glad he was he had stumbled upon her blog when he did, all of her photos, her little entries about he days and things like that. how happy he was taht h, finally, had gotten the courage to message her and ask how she is, how he day is, and now look at them…*
w-well it’s. it’s something you’re going to have to get used to c-cuz i really, really like you like that.
…and i. i’d like to kiss you. a lot. b-but i’m afraid if i do i’m going to hug you and kiss you and never want to let you go again.
She inhales sharply, feeling her body overheat and melt against him, body pressed up nice and tight. No one had ever kissed her, thankfully not even that night.
Her stomach flipped and did turns and somersaults. If someone was going to do it, she couldn’t have asked for a better partner.
“Y-You..can if you want…”
b-bare in mind i’ve… i’ve never done anything like this before…
*maybe it was a good thing he’d gone and… ahem… tended to himself earlier. maybe that’s what made him so relaxed now, making it easier for him to finally tell her, point blank how he felt and how he saw her. plus it certainly helped since normally the mere idea of simply holding her hand the past few days had gotten him excited*
oh… okay…
*he has a few false starts, unsure if you’re meant to press your nose this way, or that way; should he keep his eyes open? shut? in the movies they always shut them but in a few they keep them open. to busy a hand he reaches up and brushes one of her long hairs out of her face, momentarily pausing to brush her cheek with his thumb before he finally just moves forward and bumps his mouth against hers*
Jack Maple 