[ He feels his heart nearly stop, and it's confusing as hell, to remember everything that happened here, and everything that happened at home. It's hard to put his feelings for her back into a neatly separated box. So he doesn't try.
Instead, he tries to just let himself go, though he doesn't kiss her. He wants to. He wants to so badly that it's making his eyes drift closed, and yet.
He brushed his nose against hers, his breath shallow against her lips, before he turned his head to press his lips against her fingertips. ]
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Instead, he tries to just let himself go, though he doesn't kiss her. He wants to. He wants to so badly that it's making his eyes drift closed, and yet.
He brushed his nose against hers, his breath shallow against her lips, before he turned his head to press his lips against her fingertips. ]
... No? You sure?