[ He's still trying to process the 'crush on' part of that sentence, that little sliver of hope that he'd discovered at it had died suddenly flaring bright and white and very hot. He had no idea what to say - but the silence was stretching and he had to say something.
Do something.
The first move was hesitant, like a twitch in his hands he couldn't quite control. And then before he was even really thinking about it, he was stepping forward, reaching out with both hands to gently to touch either side of her face, then leaned in, pressing a soft, tender kiss to her lips. ]
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Do something.
The first move was hesitant, like a twitch in his hands he couldn't quite control. And then before he was even really thinking about it, he was stepping forward, reaching out with both hands to gently to touch either side of her face, then leaned in, pressing a soft, tender kiss to her lips. ]